[It is possible] that the race of red men ... will, before many generations, be remembered only as a strange, weird, dream-like specter, which has passed once before the eyes of men, but had departed forever.

I would rather believe something and suffer for it, than to slide along into success without opinions.

The President is the last person in the world to know what the people really want and think.

Wherever a ship ploughs the sea, or a plough furrows the field; wherever a mine yields its treasure; wherever a ship or a railroad train carries freight to market; wherever the smoke of the furnace rises, or the clang of the loom resounds; even in the lonely garret where the seamstress plies her busy needle--there is industry.

I found a kind of party terrorism pervading and oppressing the minds of our best men.

Honesty is the best policy, says the familiar axiom; but people who are honest on that principle defraud no one but themselves.

Things don't turn up in this world until somebody turns them up.