True Art Is But The Anti-type Of

We Hold Reunions, Not For The Dead, For There Is Nothing In All The Earth That You And I Can Do For The Dead. They Are Past Our Help And Past Our Praise. We Can Add To Them No Glory, We Can Give To Them No Immortality. They Do Not Need Us, But Forever And Forever More We Need Them.

[it Is Possible] That The Race Of Red Men ... Will, Before Many Generations, Be Remembered Only As A Strange, Weird, Dream-like Specter, Which Has Passed Once Before The Eyes Of Men, But Had Departed Forever.

I Will Not Vote Against The Truths Of The Multiplication Table.

The Sin Of Slavery Is One Of Which It May Be Said That Without The Shedding Of Blood There Is No Remission.

I Am Receiving What I Suppose To Be The Usual Number Of Threatening Letters On The Subject. Assassination Can Be No More Guarded Against Than Death By Lightning; It Is Best Not To Worry About Either.