I don't know what to do or where to turn in this taxation matter. Somewhere there must be a book that tells all about it, where I could go to straighten it out in my mind. But I don't know where the book is, and maybe I couldn't read it if I found it.

I couldn't catch a ball or any of that stuff. I could do only what required brute stupidity.

I don't know much about Americanism, but it's a damn good word with which to carry an election.

My once-keen analytical mind has become so dulled by endless hours of baking in the hot sun, thrashing about in tight chimneys, pulling at impossibly heavy loads, freezing my ass off.... so that now my mental state is comparable to that of a Peruvian Indian, well stoked on coca leaves.

The success of our popular government rests wholly upon the correct interpretation of the deliberate, intelligent, dependable popular will of America.

I was spent up. I sure grabbed that girl of mine.

Ambition is a commendable attribute, without which no man succeeds. Only inconsiderate ambition imperils.