It is to the credit of human nature that, except where its selfishness is brought into play, it loves more readily than it hates.

it is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom.

The love of posterity is the consequence of the necessity of death. If a man were sure of living forever here, he would not care about his offspring.

The greatest obstacle to being heroic is the doubt whether one may going to prove one's self a fool.

Not yet hardened, many young die good.

Unquestionably we do stand by our national flag as stoutly as any people in the world; and I myself have felt the heart-throb at sight of it, as sensibly as other men.

To-morrow would bring its own trial with it; so would the next day, and so would the next; each its own trial, and yet the very same that was now so unutterably grievous to be borne. The days of the far-off future would toil onward, still with the same burden for her to take up, and bear along with her, but never to fling down; for the accumulating days, and added years, would pile up their misery upon the heap of shame.