All of us, the least with the greatest, let us hope and believe shall attain immortal life at last.

What was there for Webster, what was there for Clay to quibble about?
I read with a kind of wonder, and a sickening sense of the littleness of great things, those passages in the story of their lives where it is told how they stormed and swore, when tidings reached them that they had been balked of their desires.
Yet they might have been so happy; so happy in their daily toil, with its lofty aims and fair surroundings; so happy in the sense of duty done; so happy, above all, in their own Heaven-sent genius, with its noble opportunities and splendid achievements.

They should have emulated the satisfaction told of Franklin Pierce.

It is related that an enemy was inveighing against him, when an alleged friend spoke up and said: "You should not talk so about the President, I assure you that he is not at all the man you describe him to be.

On the contrary, he is a man of the rarest gifts and virtues.