Duty Is Ours, Results Are God's.

Occasional War Is One Of The Rigorous Instruments In The Hands Of Providence To Give Tone To The Character Of Nations.

The Four Most Miserable Years Of My Life Were My Four Years In The Presidency.

Who But Shall Learn That Freedom Is The Prize Man Still Is Bound To Rescue Or Maintain; That Nature's God Commands The Slave To Rise, And On The Oppressor's Head To Break The Chain. Roll, Years Of Promise, Rapidly Roll Round, Till Not A Slave Shall On This Earth By Found.

His Face Is Livid, Gaunt His Whole Body, His Breath Is Green With Gall; His Tongue Drips Poison.

Nip The Shoots Of Arbitrary Power In The Bud, Is The Only Maxim Which Can Ever Preserve The Liberties Of Any People.