All truth is profound.

I have written a wicked book, and feel spotless as the lamb.

Forty years after a battle it is easy for a non-combatant to reason about how it ought to have been fought. It is another thing personally and under fire to direct the fighting while involved in the obscuring smoke of it.

Think not, is my eleventh commandment; and sleep when you can, is my twelfth.

We Americans are the peculiar, chosen people - the Israel of our time; we bear the ark of the liberties of the world.

...The silent reminiscence of hardships departed, is sweeter than the presence of delight.

The shadows of things are greater than themselves; and the more exaggerated the shadow, the more unlike the substance.