In grief, words are a poor consolation - silence and agonizing tears are all that is left the sufferer.

Clouds and darkness surround us, yet Heaven is just, and the day of triumph will surely come, when justice and truth will be vindicated. Our wrongs will be made right, and we will once more taste the blessings of freedom

If you keep making jokes like that, somebody is going to shoot you, father.

Beautiful, Glorious Scotland, has spoilt me for every other country.

My evil genius Procrastination has whispered me to tarry 'til a more convenient season.

I am convinced, the longer I live, that life & its blessings are not so entirely unjustly distributed, are [as] when we are suffering greatly, we are inclined to suppose.

Mr. Lincoln's maxim and philosophy were: 'What is to be, will be, and no prayers of ours can arrest the decree.' He never joined any Church. He was a religious man always, I think, but was not a technical Christian.