Mary! Mary! My dear, let me reason with you. I hate reasoning, John, — especially reasoning on such subjects. There's a way you political folks have … - Harriet Beecher Stowe

There's a way you political folks have of coming round and round a plain right thing

I am speaking now of the highest duty we owe our friends, the noblest, the most sacred — that of keeping their own nobleness, goodness, pure and incorrupt...If we let our friend become cold and selfish and exacting without remonstrance, we are no true lover, no true friend.

When winds are raging o'er the upper ocean,
And billows wild contend with angry roar,
'Tis said, far down beneath the wild commotion,
That peaceful stillness reigneth evermore.

Far, far beneath, the noise of tempest dieth,
And silver waves chime ever peacefully,
And no rude storm, how fierce soe'er it flieth,
Disturbs the Sabbath of that deeper sea.

So to the heart that knows Thy love, O Purest,
There is a temple sacred evermore,
And all the babble of life's angry voices
Dies in hushed silence at its peaceful door.

Far, far away, the roar of passion dieth,
And loving thoughts rise calm and peacefully,
And no rude storm, how fierce soe'er it flieth,
Disturbs the soul that dwells, O Lord, in Thee.

إننا نقف ههنا بوصفنا أحراراً، تحت سماء الله، كما تقفون أنتم. وبعونٍ من الرب العظيم الذي خلقنا، سنقاتل من أجل حريتنا إلى أن ننتصر أو نموت.»