I worked night and day for twelve years to prevent the war, but I could not. The North was mad and blind, would not let us govern ourselves, and so the war came.

I know the night is not the same as the day: that all things are different, that the things of the night cannot be explained in the day, because they do not then exist, and the night can be a dreadful time for lonely people once their loneliness has started.

We're all busy little bees, full of stings, making honey day and night, aren't we honey?

God is day and night, winter and summer, war and peace, satiety and want

God forbid that the day should ever come when to be true to my constituents is to be hostile to the Union.

I have seen enough of one war never to wish to see another