Whitelaw Reid: “Our State is a marvel to ourselves, and a miracle to the rest of the world.”

No matter what we wish, the old continental isolation is gone forever.

But why should a sensible man deal with such folly?

I would rather give up my crop to the negroes than the lives of my wife and children.

It seems to me, then, idle to thresh over old straw when the grain is not only winnowed, but gone to the mill.