Abraham Lincoln

He said that he was too old to cry, but it hurt too much to laugh.

Lincoln had faith in time, and time has justified his faith.

Lincoln was not a type. He stands alone—no ancestors, no fellows, no successors.

Mr. Lincoln is like a waiter in a large eating house where all the bells are ringing at once; he cannot serve them all at once and so some grumblers are to be expected.

Mr. Lincoln's soul seems made of leather, and incapable of any grand or noble emotion...He lowers, he never elevates you.

My heart burned within me with indignation and grief; we could think of nothing else. All night long we had but little sleep, waking up perpetually to the sense of a great shock and grief. Everyone is feeling the same. I never knew such a universal feeling.