Whoever Tells The Best Story Wins.

Every Temptation Is An Opportunity Of Our Getting Nearer To God.

I Inhabit A Weak, Frail, Decayed Tenement; Battered By The Winds And Broken In On By The Storms, And, From All I Can Learn, The Landlord Does Not Intend To Repair.

A Barbarian Who Could Not Write A Sentence Of Grammar And Hardly Could Spell His Own Name.... One Of Our Tribe Of Great Men Who Turn Disease To Commodity...he Craves The Sympathy For Sickness As A Portion Of His Glory.

The Laws Of Man May Bind Him In Chains Or May Put Him To Death, But They Never Can Make Him Wise, Virtuous, Or Happy.

There Still Remains One Effort Of Magnanimity, One Sacrifice Of Prejudice And Passion, To Be Made By The Individuals Throughout The Nation Who Have Heretofore Followed The Standards Of Political Party. It Is That Of Discarding Every Remnant Of Rancor Against Each Other, Of Embracing As Countrymen And Friends, And Of Yielding To Talents And Virtue Alone That Confidence Which In Times Of Contention For Principle Was Bestowed Only Upon Those Who Bore The Badge Of Party Communion.