There Is No Sanctuary Of Virtue Like

The Evil, Sir, Is Enormous; The Inevitable Suffering Incalculable. Do Not Stain The Fair Fame Of The Country. . . . Nations Of Dependent Indians, Against Their Will, Under Color Of Law, Are Driven From Their Homes Into The Wilderness. You Cannot Explain It; You Cannot Reason It Away. . . . Our Friends Will View This Measure With Sorrow, And Our Enemies Alone With Joy. And We Ourselves, Sir, When The Interests And Passions Of The Day Are Past, Shall Look Back Upon It, I Fear, With Self-reproach, And A Regret As Bitter As Unavailing.

Freedom May Come Quickly In Robes Of Peace Or After Ages Of Conflict And War, But Come It Will, And Abide It Will, So Long As The Principles By Which It Was Acquired Are Held Sacred.

The Highest Historical Probability Can Be Adduced In Support Of The Proposition That, If It Were Possible To Annihilate The Bible, And With It All Its Influences, We Should Destroy With It The Whole Spiritual System Of The Moral World.

There Is No Sanctuary Of Virtue Like A Home.

Though A Hundred Crooked Paths May Conduct To A Temporary Success, The One Plain And Straight Path Of Public And Private Virtue Can Alone Lead To A Pure And Lasting Fame And The Blessings Of Posterity.