I left the room with silent dignity, but caught my foot in the mat.

I am a poor man, but I would gladly give ten shillings to find out who sent me the insulting Christmas card I received this morning.

I never was so immensely tickled by anything I had ever said before. I actually woke up twice during the night, and laughed till the bed shook.

Our dignity is not in what we do, but what we understand.

Not only do I pray for it, on the score of human dignity, but I can clearly foresee that nothing but the rooting out of slavery can perpetuate the existence of our union, by consolidating it in a common bond of principle

What's the good of a home if you are never in it?