It was no Insurrection or Rebellion, or even Civil War in any proper sense of these terms... The war... was a war between States regularly organized into two separate Federal Republics... In the beginning, and throughout the contest, the object of the 'Confederates' was to maintain the separate Sovereignty of each State, and the right of self-government, which that necessarily carries with it. The object of the 'Federals,' on the contrary, was to maintain a Centralized Sovereignty over all the States on both sides. This was the fundamental principle involved in the Conflict, which must be kept continually in mind.
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Easter means to me a new beginning. With this new beginning comes spiritual life, building a relationship with the Lord and savior, Jesus Christ, and letting go of the past.
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Finality is death. Perfection is finality. Nothing is perfect. There are lumps in it, said the Philosopher.
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Originality does not consist in saying what no one has ever said before, but in saying exactly what you think yourself.
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Curiosity will conquer fear even more than bravery will.
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Be thankful. Cultivate an attitude of gratitude. Thankfulness is much more dependent on attitude than circumstance. When you feel the lack of what you don't have, thank God for what you do have! At any time, there is more going right in the life of a committed Christian than there is going wrong. It's just that the wrong makes a lot more noise than the right.
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The real object of those who resorted to Secession, as well as those who sustained it, was not to overthrow the Government of the United States but to perpetuate the principles upon which it was founded. The object in quitting the Union was not to destroy, but to save the principles of the Constitution.
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A woman is a branchy tree and man a singing wind; and from her branches carelessly he takes what he can find.
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There is a great difference between worry and concern. A worried person sees a problem, and a concerned person solves a problem.
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The time comes when our hearts sink utterly; When we remember Deirdre and her tale, And that her lips are dust.
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More than a thousand years it is since she Was beautiful: she trod the living grass; She saw the clouds.
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The bigger the hill you climb, The more you can see from the top, The more you enjoy the ride down, And the longer the ride lasts.
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