The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battle-field, and patriot grave, to every living heart and hearthstone, all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.

We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection.

My opinion is that no state can, in any way lawfully, get out of the Union, without the consent of the others; and that it is the duty of the President, and other government functionaries to run the machine as it is.

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.

The golden way is to be friends with the world and to regard the whole human family as one.

Wise councils may accelerate or mistakes delay it, but, sooner or later the victory is sure to come