I Know Of No Way Of Judging

Be Of Good Courage, My Son, And Remember That The Best Men Always Make Themselves.

It Is In Vain, Sir, To Extenuate The Matter. Gentlemen May Cry, “peace! Peace!” — But There Is No Peace. The War Is Actually Begun! The Next Gale That Sweeps From The North Will Bring To Our Ears The Clash Of Resounding Arms! Our Brethren Are Already In The Field! Why Stand We Here Idle? What Is It That Gentlemen Wish? What Would They Have? Is Life So Dear, Or Peace So Sweet, As To Be Purchased At The Price Of Chains And Slavery? Forbid It, Almighty God! I Know Not What Course Others May Take; But As For Me, Give Me Liberty, Or Give Me Death!

. . . Virtue, Morality, And Religion. This Is The Armor, My Friend, And This Alone That Renders Us Invincible. These Are The Tactics We Should Study. If We Lose These, We Are Conquered, Fallen Indeed . . . So Long As Our Manners And Principles Remain Sound, There Is No Danger.

I Have The Highest Veneration Of Those Gentleman, -- But, Sir, Give Me Leave To Demand, What Right Had They To Say, We, The People? My Political Curiosity, Exclusive Of My Anxious Solicitude For The Public Welfare, Leads Me To Ask Who Authorized Them To Speak The Language Of, We, The People, Instead Of We, The States? States Are The Characteristics, And The Soul Of The Confederation. If The States Be Not The Agents Of This Compact, It Must Be One Of Great Consolidated National Government Of The People Of All The States.

Being A Christian... Is A Character Which I Prize Far Above All This World Has Or Can Boast.