Great Lives Never Go Out; They Go

I Cannot Always Sympathize With That Demand Which We Hear So Frequently For Cheap Things. Things May Be Too Cheap. They Are Too Cheap When The Man Or Woman Who Produces Them Upon The Farm Or The Man Or Woman Who Produces Them In The Factory Does Not Get Out Of Them Living Wages With A Margin For Old Age And For A Dowry For The Incidents That Are To Follow. I Pity The Man Who Wants A Coat So Cheap That The Man Or Woman Who Produces The Cloth Or Shapes It Into A Garment Will Starve In The Process.

No Other People Have A Government More Worthy Of Their Respect And Love Or A Land So Magnificent In Extent, So Pleasant To Look Upon, And So Full Of Generous Suggestion To Enterprise And Labor.

I Have Never Been Able To Think Of The Day As One Of Mourning; I Have Never Quite Been Able To Feel That Half-masted Flags Were Appropriate On Decoration Day. I Have Rather Felt That The Flag Should Be At The Peak, Because Those Whose Dying We Commemorate Rejoiced In Seeing It Where Their Valor Placed It. We Honor Them In A Joyous, Thankful, Triumphant Commemoration Of What They Did.

Lincoln Had Faith In Time, And Time Has Justified His Faith.

I Knew That My Staying Up Would Not Change The Election Result If I Were Defeated, While If Elected I Had A Hard Day Ahead Of Me. So I Thought A Night's Rest Was Best In Any Event.