I pray that on this day [Christmas] when only peace and good-will are preached to mankind, better thoughts may fill the hearts of our enemies and turn them to peace.

History teaches us hope.

Death, in its silent sure march is fast gathering those whom I have longest loved, so that when he shall knock at my door, I will more willingly follow.

I have fought against the people of the North because I believed they were seeking to wrest from the South dearest rights. But I have never cherished toward them bitter or vindictive feelings. And have never seen the day when I did not pray for them.

I would rather die a thousand deaths than surrender.

Whither shall I flee? To no country on earth that I know of where there is as much liberty as yet remains to me even in Virginia.

The devil's name is dullness.