Abraham Lincoln: “Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.”

I do the very best I know how--the very best I can; and I mean to keep doing so until the end.

If I were to try to read, much less answer, all the attacks made on me, this shop might as well be closed for any other business.

If the end brings me out wrong, ten angels swearing I was right would make no difference.

Unlike a case of war between independent nations, there is no organized organ for us to treat with,--no one man has authority to give up the rebellion for any other man.