We Must Forgive Our Enemies.

What A Cruel Thing Is War: To Separate And Destroy Families And Friends, And Mar The Purest Joys And Happiness God Has Granted Us In This World; To Fill Our Hearts With Hatred Instead Of Love For Our Neighbors, And To Devastate The Fair Face Of This Beautiful World.

I Should Not Be Trading On The Blood Of My Men.

We Made A Great Mistake In The Beginning Of Our Struggle, And I Fear, In Spite Of All We Can Do, It Will Prove To Be A Fatal Mistake. We Appointed All Our Worst Generals To Command Our Armies, And All Our Best Generals To Edit The Newspapers

The Gentleman Does Not Needlessly And Unnecessarily Remind An Offender Of A Wrong He May Have Committed Against Him. He Cannot Only Forgive, He Can Forget; And He Strives For That Nobleness Of Self And Mildness Of Character Which Impart Sufficient Strength To Let The Past Be But The Past. A True Man Of Honor Feels Humbled Himself When He Cannot Help Humbling Others.

I Believe I May So, Looking Into My Own Heart, And Speaking As In The Presence Of God, That I Have Never Know One Moment Of Bitterness Or Resentment.