Abraham Lincoln ( 10 of 134 )
rnAll my life I have tried to pluck a thistle and plant a flower wherever the flower would grow in read more
rnAll my life I have tried to pluck a thistle and plant a flower wherever the flower would grow in thought and mind.rnAbraham LincolnrnNature, Mind, ThoughtrnI destroy my enemies when I make them my friends.rnAbraham LincolnrnFriends, DestroyrnI'm a slow walker, but I never walk back.rnAbraham LincolnrnBack, Walk, SlowrnI do not think much of a man who is not wiser today than he was yesterday.
Every one desires to live long, but no one would be old.
Every one desires to live long, but no one would be old.
To give victory to the right, not bloody bullets, but peaceful ballots only, are necessary.
To give victory to the right, not bloody bullets, but peaceful ballots only, are necessary.
Am I not destroying my enemies when I make friends of them?
Am I not destroying my enemies when I make friends of them?
That some should be rich, shows that others may become rich, and, hence, is just encouragement to industry and enterprise.
That some should be rich, shows that others may become rich, and, hence, is just encouragement to industry and enterprise.
Character is like a tree and reputation like its shadow. The shadow is what we think of it; the tree read more
Character is like a tree and reputation like its shadow. The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the real thing.
I do the very best I know how, the very best I can, and I mean to keep on doing read more
I do the very best I know how, the very best I can, and I mean to keep on doing so until the end
A rose without thorns is like love without heartbreak; it doesn't make sense.
A rose without thorns is like love without heartbreak; it doesn't make sense.
We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic read more
We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave, to every living heart and hearth-stone, all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.
The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the real thing.
The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the real thing.
