Every Student Must Be A Gentleman.

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.

We Must Forgive Our Enemies. I Can Truly Say That Not A Day Has Passed Since The War Began That I Have Not Prayed For Them.

Every Student Must Be A Gentleman.

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 Believe I May So, Looking Into My Own Heart, And Speaking As In The Presence Of God, That I Have Never Know One Moment Of Bitterness Or Resentment.