Here is a paper with which, if I cannot whip Bobbie Lee, I will be willing to go home!

The Union, which can alone insure internal peace, and external security to each State, Must and Shall be Preserved, cost what it may in time, treasure, and blood.

I will not move my army until I am absolutely ready.

I find myself in a new and strange position here: President, cabinet, Gen. Scott, and all deferring to me. By some strange operation of magic I seem to have become the power of the land.

As far as military necessity will permit, religiously respect the constitutional rights of all.

The moment for action has arrived, and I know that I can trust in you to save our country.

By some strange operation of magic I seem to have become the power of the land.

It is not given to our weak intellects to understand the steps of Providence as they occur: we comprehend them only as we look back upon them in the far-distant past.

Stand by General Burnside as you have stood by me and all will be well.

All quiet along the Potomac.

When this sad war is over we will all return to our homes, and feel that we can ask no higher honor than the proud consciousness that we belonged to the Army of the Potomac.

Women can do it all but that doesn’t mean they should have to.

To really be a nerd, she'd decided, you had to prefer fictional worlds to the real one.

I make bean stalks, I'm A builder, like yourself.

I go from stool to stool in singles bars hoping to get lucky, but there's never any gum under any of them.

Because I was born in Casablanca and my parents were from the south of Spain, I do not have a big central root in France. I feel French but in a few ways, not at all French.

Perhaps no more beautiful passages have ever been written about the Savior's atonement and crucifixion than those written by Isaiah.

I went to Princeton High School, when I was very serious about being an artist. I was in a theatre family but I didn't want to become an actor.

My goodness, you're 60 already, already Time is a thief But still, you're only as old as your tongue And a little bit older than your teeth Have a wonderful birthday

The hope of science is the perfection of the human race. The hope of theology is the salvation of a few, and the damnation of almost everybody.

Society is like a crowd in carnival costumes with everyone fearful that others will see through his disguise.