We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, [...]
The world is a tragedy to those who feel, but a comedy to those who think.
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"I have a few other dislikes, but not many. I don’t want salt sprinkled on my desserts, even high-minded pink sea salt from some Hawaiian coast. I don’t enjoy marshmallows snipped off tableside; it’s way too French. Of course, marshmallows roasted over a campfire are exquisite, the only dessert that should be served searing hot. (That’s the second great lesson I learned in the Cub Scouts.) I particularly dislike the custom of plopping cold ice cream in the center of hot soufflés, a perverse practice that ruins two desserts at once. I never cared much for Chuckles as a kid, and I don’t go for gelées now. That’s never going to change." - Alan Richman, GQ
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