James A. Garfield
James A. Garfield
James Abram Garfieldwas the 20th President of the United States, serving from March 4, 1881, until his assassination later that year. Garfield had served nine terms in the House of Representatives, and had been elected to the Senate before his candidacy for the White House, though he declined the senatorship once he was president-elect. He is the only sitting House member to be elected president...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPresident
Date of Birth19 November 1831
CountryUnited States of America
The civil service can never be placed on a satisfactory basis until it is regulated by law.
You and I are now nearly in middle age, and have not yet become soured and shrivelled with the wear and tear of life. Let us pray to be delivered from that condition where life and nature have no fresh, sweet sensations for us.
It is not right or manly to lie even about Satan.
Monuments may be builded to express the affection or pride of friends, or to display their wealth, but they are only valuable for the characters which they perpetuate.
There are some things I am afraid of: I am afraid to do a mean thing.
The right of private judgment is absolute in every American citizen.
Wherever a ship ploughs the sea, or a plough furrows the field; wherever a mine yields its treasure; wherever a ship or a railroad train carries freight to market; wherever the smoke of the furnace rises, or the clang of the loom resounds; even in the lonely garret where the seamstress plies her busy needle--there is industry.
Battles are never the end of war; for the dead must be buried and the cost of the conflict must be paid.
..remember that under our institutions there was no middle ground for the negro race between slavery and equal citizenship.
History is constantly repeating itself, making only such changes of programme as the growth of nations and centuries requires.
There are times in the history of men and nations, when they stand so near the vale that separates mortals from the immortals, time from eternity, and men from their God, that they can almost hear the beatings, and feel the pulsations of the heart of the Infinite.
When the Divine Artist would produce a poem, He plants a germ of it in a human soul, and out of that soul the poem springs and grows as from the rose-tree the rose.
Honesty is the best policy, says the familiar axiom; but people who are honest on that principle defraud no one but themselves.
A noble life crowned with heroic death, rises above and outlives the pride and pomp and glory of the mightiest empire of the earth.