The Word "rest" Is Not In My

Morality And Religion Are But Words To Him Who Fishes In Gutters For The Means Of Sustaining Life, And Crouches Behind Barrels In The Street For Shelter From The Cutting Blasts Of A Winter Night.

The Word "rest" Is Not In My Vocabulary.

The Republic Needed To Be Passed Through Chastening, Purifying Fires Of Adversity And Suffering: So These Came And Did Their Work And The Verdure Of A New National Life Springs Greenly, Luxuriantly, From Their Ashes.

We Should Not Care Much Whether Those Thus United (against Slavery) Were Designated 'whig,' 'free Democrat' Or Something Else; Though We Think Some Simple Name Like 'republican' Would More Fitly Designate Those Who Had United To Restore The Union To Its True Mission Of Champion And Promulgator Of Liberty Rather Than Propagandist Of Slavery.

Nine-tenths Of The World Is Entertained By Scandalous Rumors, Which Are Never Dissected Until They Are Dead And, When Pricked, Collapse Like An Empty Bladder.