The truth is simple. If it was complicated, everyone would understand it.

THIS dust was once the Man, / Gentle, plain, just and resolute—under whose cautious hand, / Against the foulest crime in history known in any land or age, / Was saved the Union of These States.

There's no doubt that I've deserved my enemies, but I don't think I've deserved my friends.

Happiness, not in another place but this place...not for another hour, but this hour.

The whole theory of the universe is directed unerringly to one single individual.

Camerado! This is no book; who touches this touches a man.

Lo, the most excellent sun so calm and haughty, The violet and purple morn with just-felt breezes, The gentle soft-born measureless light, The miracle spreading bathing all, the fulfill'd noon, The coming eve delicious, the welcome night and the stars, Over my cities shining all, enveloping man and land.