There Is A Book Worth All Other

For My Part, Whatever Anguish Of Spirit It May Cost, I Am Willing To Know The Whole Truth; To Know The Worst And Provide For It.

. . . 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.

Fear Is The Passion Of Slaves.

I Am Not A Virginian, I Am An American.

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!