Look At My Arms, You Will Find

The Enemy Fought With Savage Fury, And Met Death With All Its Horrors, Without Shrinking Or Complaining: Not One Asked To Be Spared, But Fought As Long As They Could Stand Or Sit.

I Know Nothing, By Experience, Of Party Discipline. I Would Rather Be A Raccoon-dog, And Belong To A Negro In The Forest, Than To Belong To Any Party, Further Than To Do Justice To All, And To Promote The Interests Of My Country. The Time Will And Must Come, When Honesty Will Receive Its Reward, And When The People Of This Nation Will Be Brought To A Sense Of Their Duty, And Will Pause And Reflect How Much It Cost Us To Redeem Ourselves From The Government Of One Man.

We Must Not Permit Our Respect For The Dead Or Our Sympathy For The Living To Lead Us Into An Act Of Injustice To The Balance Of The Living.

Make Sure You're Right, Then Go Ahead.

I Would Rather Be Politically Dead Than Hypocritically Immortalized.