We have but one rule here, and that is that every student must be a gentleman.

A nation which does not remember what it was yesterday does not know where it is today.

Mr. Blair, I look upon secession as anarchy. If I owned the four millions of slaves in the South, I would sacrifice them all to the Union; but how can I draw my sword upon Virginia, my native State?

There are few, I believe, in this enlightened age, who will not acknowledge that slavery as an institution is a moral and political evil.

A land without memories is a people without liberty.

Remember, we are all one country now. Dismiss from your mind all sectional feeling, and bring them up to be Americans.

I have always observed that wherever you find the negro, everything is going down around him, and wherever you find the white man, you see everything around him improving.

I believe it to be the duty of everyone to unite in the restoration of the country and the reestablishment of peace and harmony.

The consolidation of the states into one vast empire, sure to be aggressive abroad and despotic at home, will be the certain precursor of ruin which has overwhelmed all that preceded it.

So far from engaging in a war to perpetuate slavery, I am rejoiced that slavery is abolished.

In all my perplexities and distresses, the Bible has never failed to give me light and strength.

Being different and thinking different makes a person unforgettable. History does not remember the forgettable.

The bond (of marriage) became the bondage itself

They want to be stimulated. They want to read something that can get under their skin and hang out there for a while.

Storytelling is a dangerous vocation, for the fairies punish those who return to tell their secrets.

He's so full of alcohol, if you put a lighted wick in his mouth he'd burn for three days.

She haunted him, as an ungenerous action haunts one.

It's silly that anyone in this world tells you that there are only certain people that can marry you.

I usually wear moulded boots for training, but I mainly wear studs in matches unless it s really dry.

We now know that memories are not fixed or frozen, like Proust's jars of preserves in a larder, but are transformed, disassembled, reassembled, and recategorized with every act of recollection.