Chief contemporary dramatists, second series: eighteen plays from the recent drama of England, Ireland, America, France, Germany, Austria, Italy, Spain, Russia, and Scandinavia, Volume 2, Part 4 (Google eBook)
Thomas Herbert Dickinson
Houghton Mifflin company, 1921 - Drama - 734 pages
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Page 124 - I claim not to have controlled events, but confess plainly that events have controlled me. Now, at the end of three years' struggle, the nation's condition is not what either party, or any man, devised or expected.
Page 117 - Fellow-citizens, we cannot escape history. We of this Congress and this Administration will be remembered in spite of ourselves. No personal significance or insignificance can spare one or another of us. The fiery trial through which we pass will light us down, in honor or dishonor, to the latest generation.
Page 117 - When the rebel army was at Frederick I determined, as soon as it should be driven out of Maryland, to issue a proclamation of emancipation, such as I thought most likely to be useful. I said nothing to any one ; but I made the promise to myself and [hesitating a little] to my Maker. The rebel army is now driven out, and I am going to fulfill that promise.
Page 117 - I have got you together to hear what I have written down. I do not wish your advice about the main matter; for that I have determined for myself.
Page 122 - No one need expect me to take any part in hanging or killing those men, even the worst of them. Frighten them out of the country, open the gates, let down the bars, scare them off (throwing up his hands as if scaring sheep).
Page 249 - Pease in your shoes, an if you must ! — But out and away, before you're dust: Scribe and Stay-at-home, Saint and Sage, Out of your cage, Out of your cage ! — [He feigns to be terror-struck at sight of the pipe in Michael's bands] Ho, help!
Page 117 - One other observation I will make. I know very well that many others might, in this matter, as in others, do better than I can ; and if I was satisfied that the public confidence was more fully possessed by any one of them than by me, and knew of any constitutional way in which he could be put in my place, he should have it. I would gladly yield it to him.
Page 106 - Either the President must do it himself, and be all the while active in it, or Devolve it on some member of his Cabinet. Once adopted, debates on it must end, and all agree and abide. It is not in my especial province; But I neither seek to evade nor assume responsibility.
Page 111 - But in the mean time there will come moments when the aggressors will force the instinct to resistance to act. Then we must act earnestly, praying always in our courage that never again will this thing happen. And then we must turn again, and again, and again to persuasion. This appeal to force is the misdeed of an imperfect world. But we are imperfect. We must strive to purify the world, but we must not think ourselves pure above the world. When I had this thing to decide, it would have been easy...
Page 651 - ... rotten. PEPEL. Certainly I am not afraid, I would welcome death right now. Take a knife and strike me in the heart — not a murmur will I utter. I would meet death with joy . . . from clean hands . . . like yours. NATASHA. [As she goes.] Do not say anything which is not so, Pepel.