William Lloyd Garrison: “A beam ethereal, sullied and absorpt; Though sullied and dishonoured, still divine!”

They can never be reconciled--never walk together--never consent to a truce--never deal in honeyed phrases--never worship at the same altar--never acknowledge the same God.

How were they to sustain an assault from England or France, with the cancer at their vitals?

With the North, the preservation of the Union is placed above all other things--above honour, justice, freedom, integrity of soul, the Decalogue and the Golden Rule--the Infinite God himself.

While the present Union exists, I pronounce it hopeless to expect any repose, or that any barrier can be effectually raised against the extension of Slavery.