Without doing injustice to the living, it may safely be asserted that our loss is irreparable; and that among the shining hosts of the great and good who now cluster around the banner of the country, there exists no purer spirit, no more heroic soul, than that of the illustrious man whose death I join you in lamenting.
It is not differences of opinion; it is geographical lines, rivers, and mountains which divide State from State, and make different nations of mankind.
Our armies were in as much chaos in victory as theirs in defeat.
Pray excuse me. I cannot take it.
How idle is this prating about natural rights as though still containing all that had been forfeited.
The authors of all our misfortune.