Never Do A Wrong Thing To Make

I Am Now Considered Such A Monster, That I Hesitate To Darken With My Shadow, The Doors Of Those I Love, Lest I Should Bring Upon Them Misfortune.

The Consolidation Of The States Into One Vast Empire, Sure To Be Aggressive Abroad And Despotic At Home, Will Be The Certain Precursor Of Ruin Which Has Overwhelmed All That Preceded It.

There Are Few, I Believe, In This Enlightened Age, Who Will Not Acknowledge That Slavery As An Institution Is A Moral And Political Evil.

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.

A Nation Which Does Not Remember What It Was Yesterday Does Not Know Where It Is Today.