If You Keep Making Jokes

I Am Convinced, The Longer I Live, That Life & Its Blessings Are Not So Entirely Unjustly Distributed, Are [as] When We Are Suffering Greatly, We Are Inclined To Suppose.

Mr. Lincoln Had No Hope, And No Faith, In The Usual Acceptation Of Those Words.

My Evil Genius Procrastination Has Whispered Me To Tarry 'til A More Convenient Season.

Clouds And Darkness Surround Us, Yet Heaven Is Just, And The Day Of Triumph Will Surely Come, When Justice And Truth Will Be Vindicated. Our Wrongs Will Be Made Right, And We Will Once More Taste The Blessings Of Freedom

No One Is Loved As Much As You By The People. Don't Waste That Power.