All This Has Been My Fault.

A Land Without Memories Is A People Without Liberty.

Traveler Is My Only Companion; I May Also Say My Pleasure. He And I, Whenever Practicable, Wander Out In The Mountains And Enjoy Sweet Confidence.

Postal Officials Say That Before Christmas They Receive Tons Of Letters Written To Santa Claus, But After Christmas How Few Letters Of Thanks Are Sent To Him! From Childhood Onward, Human Beings Seem To Be Characterized By Thanklessness.

The Questions Which For Years Were In Dispute Between The State And General Government, And Which Unhappily Were Not Decided By The Dictates Of Reason, But Referred To The Decision Of War, Having Been Decided Against Us, It Is The Part Of Wisdom To Acquiesce In The Result, And Of Candor To Recognize The Fact.

A Union That Can Only Be Maintained By Swords And Bayonets, And In Which Strife And Civil War Are To Take The Place Of Brotherly Love And Kindness, Has No Charm For Me.