Nine-tenths of the world is entertained by scandalous rumors, which are never dissected until they are dead and, when pricked, collapse like an empty bladder.

You may be witty, but not satirical.

I am the inferior of any man whose rights I trample underfoot.

Bigotry is chronic dogmatism.

Great grief makes sacred those upon whom its hand is laid. Joy may elevate, ambition glorify, but sorrow alone can consecrate.

Ease up, the play is over.

Mr. Lincoln is already defeated. He cannot be re-elected.