I would never rob your cradles to feed the dogs of war
I can frighten or buy ninety-nine out of every one hundred men.
God, don't let me die. I have so much left to do.
I wonder why he shot me.
I'd rather violate every one of the damn conventions and see my bills passed, than sit back in my office, all nice and proper, and watch 'em die.
The time has come for all good men to rise above principle.