There are two sorts of pity: one is a balm and the other a poison; the first is realized by our friends, the last by our enemies.

War is a positive, precise and specific evil, of gigantic proportions ...making within the sphere of its influence all true grandeur impossible.

From the beginning of our history the country has been afflicted with compromise. It is by compromise that human rights have been abandoned.

War crushes with bloody heel all justice, all happiness, all that is Godlike in man. In our age there can be no peace that is not honorable; there can be no war that is not dishonorable.

I am without religious feeling.

There are two sorts of pity: one is a balm and the other a poison; the first is realized by our friends, the last by our enemies.

The highest greatness, surviving time and stone, is that which proceeds from the soul of man. Monarchs and cabinets, generals and admirals, with the pomp of court and the circumstance of war, in the lapse of time disappear from sight; but the pioneers of truth, though poor and lowly, especially those whose example elevates human nature, and teaches the rights of man, so that "a government of the people, by the people, for the people, may not perish from the earth;" such a harbinger can never be forgotten, and their renown spreads co-extensive with the cause they served so well.