We are not enemies, but friends.

It's 5:37 am and in about one minutes I'm going to watch sun come up.

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, when again touches, as surely they will be, by the better of our nature.

Life's too short to be pissed off all the time.