If the rabble were lopped off at one end and the aristocrat at the other, all would be well with the country.

Who, then, will govern? The answer must be, Man - for we have no angels in the shape of men, as yet, who are willing to take charge of our political affairs.

I tell our sisters in the South that so far as Tennessee is concerned she will not be dragged into a Southern or any other confederacy until she has had time to consider; and then she will go when she believes it to be her interest, and not before.

Washington, DC is 12 square miles bordered by reality.

I feel incompetent to perform duties...which have been so unexpectedly thrown upon me.

When I die, I desire no better winding sheet than the Stars and Stripes, and no softer pillow than the Constitution of my country.

I never thought I would be impeached.