And empty words are evil.
Intimate acquaintance must precede real friendship
You might as well sell yourself to slavery at once, as marry man you dislike.
There is always a but in this imperfect world.
Our children, Edward, Agnes, and little Mary, promise well; their education, for the time being, is chiefly committed to me; and they shall want no good thing that a mother's care can give. Our modest income is amply sufficient for our requirements; and by practising the economy we learnt in harder times, and never attempting to imitate our richer neighbours, we manage not only to enjoy comfort and contentment ourselves, but to have every year something to lay by for our children, and something to give to those who need it. And now I think I have said sufficient.
No generous mind delights to oppress the weak, but rather to cherish and protect.
I see that a man cannot give himself up to drinking without being miserable one half his days and mad the other; besides, I like to enjoy my life at all sides and ends, which cannot be done by one that suffers himself to be the slave of a single propensity.
Fort Leavenworth is in fact no fort, being without defensive works, except two block-houses.
Life is too short to spend forty to fifty hours around people who do nothing but stress you out and make you desire to go stick your head in a blender.
I'm thinking about the idea of poetic license. People say that about certain writers: "Oh, the grammar sucks, but it's just the poetic license. " We accept it as being an art form of sorts: the incorrect rearrangement of meaningful things. Unlike sciences, literature as art relies on societal acceptance of a certain vocabulary. We're just making sounds out of our mouths if we don't both accept that what I'm saying has very significant meanings, and I'm accurately targeting what vocabulary I use and how I arrange each word.
My particular passion for Lincoln dates back from my earliest memories of politics.