I am too sick to be out of bed, too crazy to sleep, and am surrounded by horrors.
Go West, young man, go West. There is health in the country, and room away from our crowds of idlers and imbeciles.
There is no bigotry like that of "free thought" run to seed.
Ease up, the play is over.
Go West, young man, go West and grow up with the country.
We are not one people. We are two peoples. We are a people for Freedom and a people for Slavery. Between the two, conflict is inevitable.