A man is about as happy as he makes up his mind to be.

I expect to maintain this contest until successful, or till I die, or am conquered, or my term expires, or Congress or the country forsakes me.

Writing, the art of communicating thoughts to the mind through the eye, is the great invention of the world.

I am now the most miserable man living. If what I feel equally distributed to the whole human family, there would not be one cheerful face on the earth. Whether I shall ever be better, I cannot tell; I awfully forebode I shall not. To remain as I am is impossible. I must die or be better, it appears to me.

Your rights end where my nose begins.

My policy is to have no policy.

He who represents himself has a fool for a client