You call my candidate a horse thief, and I call yours a lunatic, and we both of us know it’s just till election day. It’s an American custom, like eating corn on the cob. And, afterwards, we settle down quite peaceably and agree we’ve got a pretty good country – until next election.
Dreaming men are haunted men.
Life is not lost by dying; life is lost minute by minute, day by dragging day, in all the thousand small uncaring ways.
Treat a boy like a fool and he’ll act like a fool, I say, but there’s some folks need convincing.
Truth is a hard deer to hunt. If you eat too much truth at once, you may die of the truth.
We cannot be a house divided – divided in will, divided in interest, divided in soul. We cannot be a house divided and live.
You can’t do business with a man who doesn’t know the meaning of a contract. You can’t do business with a firm who swears they’ll do one thing one day and does just the opposite the next. You can’t do business with a company who takes your goods on a cash basis and then pays you off in bum harmonicas.
Let us be bold enough and free enough to follow the great examples – the men of good will and honor who put aside little ways and petty hatreds to build the American dream.
A man with a mouth like a mastiff, a brow like a mountain, and eyes like burning antracite – that was Dan’l Webster in his prime.
Honesty is as rare as a man without self-pity.