We Are All But Instruments Of God.

Let Us Go Over, And Sit In The Shade Of The Trees.

I Find I Like It Too Much.

Who Could Not Conquer With Such Troops As These?

You May Be Whatever You Resolve To Be.

It Is Painful Enough To Discover With What Unconcern They Speak Of War And Threaten It. They Do Not Know Its Horrors. I Have Seen Enough Of It To Make Me Look Upon It As The Sum Of All Evils.