Gentlemen May Cry, Peace, Peace! – But

For My Part, Whatever Anguish Of Spirit It May Cost, I Am Willing To Know The Whole Truth; To Know The Worst And Provide For It.

The Great Object Is That Every Man Be Armed.

It Is In Vain, Sir, To Extenuate The Matter. Gentlemen May Cry, “peace! Peace!” — But There Is No Peace. The War Is Actually Begun! The Next Gale That Sweeps From The North Will Bring To Our Ears The Clash Of Resounding Arms! Our Brethren Are Already In The Field! Why Stand We Here Idle? What Is It That Gentlemen Wish? What Would They Have? Is Life So Dear, Or Peace So Sweet, As To Be Purchased At The Price Of Chains And Slavery? Forbid It, Almighty God! I Know Not What Course Others May Take; But As For Me, Give Me Liberty, Or Give Me Death!

The American Revolution Was The Grand Operation, Which Seemed To Be Assigned By The Deity To The Men Of This Age In Our Country, Over And Above The Common Duties Of Life

Being A Christian... Is A Character Which I Prize Far Above All This World Has Or Can Boast.