I Am Too Sick To

A Widow Of Doubtful Age Will Marry Almost Any Sort Of A White Man.

Go West, Young Man, Go West. There Is Health In The Country, And Room Away From Our Crowds Of Idlers And Imbeciles.

Relaxation Is A Physical And Moral Necessity. Animals, Even To The Simplest And Dullest, Have Their Games, Their Sports, Their Diversions. The Toil-worn Artisan, Stooping And Straining Over His Daily Task, Which Taxes Eye And Brain And Limb, Ought To Have Opportunity And Means For An Hour Or Two Of Relaxation After That Task Is Concluded.

If, On A Full And Final Review, My Life And Practice Shall Be Found Unworthy Of My Principles, Let Due Infamy Be Heaped On My Memory; But Let None Be Led Thereby To Distrust The Principles To Which I Proved Recreant, Nor Yet The Ability Of Some To Adorn Them By A Suitable Life And Conversation. To Unerring Time Be All This Committed.

We Are Not One People. We Are Two Peoples. We Are A People For Freedom And A People For Slavery. Between The Two, Conflict Is Inevitable.