We Failed, But In The Good Providence

My Heart Bleeds At The Death Of Every One Of Our Gallant Men.

Mr. Blair, I Look Upon Secession As Anarchy. If I Owned The Four Millions Of Slaves In The South, I Would Sacrifice Them All To The Union; But How Can I Draw My Sword Upon Virginia, My Native State?

Let Danger Never Turn You Aside From The Pursuit Of Honor Or The Service To Your Country ... Know That Death Is Inevitable And The Fame Of Virtue Is Immortal

All I Ever Wanted Was A Virginia Farm, No End Of Cream And Fresh Butter And Fried Chicken - Not One Fried Chicken, Or Two, But Unlimited Fried Chicken.

Teach Him To Deny Himself.