Every night before I turn out the lights to sleep, I ask myself this question: Have I done everything that I can.... Have I done enough?

Now we may have more preachers out there than we have drinkers. But a fellow told me a story one time about a man down in Kentuckywhere they make bourbon. And he said you can take a jigger or two jiggers and get by all right. But if you try to take the whole bottle why you have lost what you started with. So don't try to take it too quick. And don't try to do all of it at once. I don't do much promising. I tell what my goals are and then I try to wrap it up and put a blue ribbon on it and get it delivered. We say put the coonskin on the wall.

I believe that the country weekly acts as a form of social cement in holding the community together.

I am proud to be a member of a party that opens its doors to all men--and closes its hearts to none.

I don't have any handicap. I am all handicap.

If we must disagree, let's disagree without being disagreeable.

Every funeral may justly be considered as a summons to prepare for that state into which it shows us that we must some time enter; and the summons is more loud and piercing as the event of which it warns us is at less distance. To neglect at any time preparation for death is to sleep on our post at a siege; but to omit it in old age is to sleep at an attack.