Every man is proud of what he does well; and no man is proud of what he does not do well. With the former, his heart is in his work; and he will do twice as much of it with less fatigue. The latter performs a little imperfectly, looks at it in disgust, turns from it, and imagines himself exceedingly tired. The little he has done, comes to nothing, for want of finishing.

I am an optimist because I don't see the point in being anything else.

My politics are short and sweet, like the old woman's dance.

Whatever spiteful fools may say, Each jealous ranting yelper, No woman ever went astray, Without a man to help her

Don't judge a man by the size of his ego or his heart, but on the epicness of his beard and the beautiful woman on his arm

I see in the near future a crisis approaching that unnerves me and causes me to tremble for the safety of my country... corporations have been enthroned and an era of corruption in high places will follow, and the money power of the country will endeavor to prolong its reign by working upon the prejudices of the people until all wealth is aggregated in a few hands and the Republic is destroyed.

I was losing interest in politics, when the repeal of the Missouri Compromise aroused me again. What I have done since then is pretty well known.