All That I Am My Mother Made

Our Constitution Professedly Rests Upon The Good Sense And Attachment Of The People. This Basis, Weak As It May Appear, Has Not Yet Been Found To Fail.

A Man's Diary Is A Record In Youth Of His Sentiments, In Middle Age Of His Actions, In Old Age Of His Reflections.

There Is Such Seduction In A Library Of Good Books That I Cannot Resist The Temptation To Luxuriate In Reading.

There Still Remains One Effort Of Magnanimity, One Sacrifice Of Prejudice And Passion, To Be Made By The Individuals Throughout The Nation Who Have Heretofore Followed The Standards Of Political Party. It Is That Of Discarding Every Remnant Of Rancor Against Each Other, Of Embracing As Countrymen And Friends, And Of Yielding To Talents And Virtue Alone That Confidence Which In Times Of Contention For Principle Was Bestowed Only Upon Those Who Bore The Badge Of Party Communion.

I Inhabit A Weak, Frail, Decayed Tenement; Battered By The Winds And Broken In On By The Storms, And, From All I Can Learn, The Landlord Does Not Intend To Repair.