I Can Express No Better

There Is Nothing Left To Do But Get Drunk.

I Find The Remark, "tis Distance Lends Enchantment To The View" Is No Less True Of The Political Than Of The Natural World.

I Speak Of The War As Fruitless; For It Is Clear That, Prosecuted Upon The Basis Of The Proclamations Of September 22d And September 24th, 1862, Prosecuted, As I Must Understand These Proclamations, To Say Nothing Of The Kindred Blood Which Has Followed, Upon The Theory Of Emancipation, Devastation, Subjugation, It Cannot Fail To Be Fruitless In Every Thing Except The Harvest Of Woe Which It Is Ripening For What Was Once The Peerless Republic.

With The Union My Best And Dearest Earthly Hopes Are Entwined.

You Have Summoned Me In My Weakness. You Must Sustain Me In Your Strength.