Tradition Usually Rests Upon Something Which Men

The Past Is Dead; Let It Bury Its Dead, Its Hopes And Its Aspirations; Before You Lies The Future-a Future Full Of Golden Promise.

God Forbid That The Day Should Ever Come When To Be True To My Constituents Is To Be Hostile To The Union.

The Contest Is Not Over, The Strife Is Not Ended. It Has Only Entered On A New And Enlarged Arena.

I Worked Night And Day For Twelve Years To Prevent The War, But I Could Not. The North Was Mad And Blind, Would Not Let Us Govern Ourselves, And So The War Came.

Every One Must Understand That, Whatever Be The Evil Of Slavery, It Is Not Increased By Its Diffusion. Every One Familiar With It Knows That It Is In Proportion To Its Sparseness That It Becomes Less Objectionable. Wherever There Is An Immediate Connexion Between The Master And Slave, Whatever There Is Of Harshness In The System Is Diminished.