I Will Attack No Matter What And

It Is Well That War Is So Terrible. We Should Grow Too Fond Of It.

It's The Loneliest Feeling In The World-to Find Yourself Standing Up When Everybody Else Is Sitting Down. To Have Everybody Look At You And Say, 'what's The Matter With Him?' I Know. I Know What It Feels Like. Walking Down An Empty Street, Listening To The Sound Of Your Own Footsteps. Shutters Closed, Blinds Drawn, Doors Locked Against You. And You Aren't Sure Whether You're Walking Toward Something, Or If You're Just Walking Away.

The Dominant Party Cannot Reign Forever, And Truth And Justice Will Prevail At Last.

I Can Only Say That I Am Nothing But A Poor Sinner, Trusting In Christ Alone For Salvation.

A Union That Can Only Be Maintained By Swords And Bayonets, And In Which Strife And Civil War Are To Take The Place Of Brotherly Love And Kindness, Has No Charm For Me.