Actually, we're just glorified flagpole sitters.

I continued with whatever 'qualified climbers' I could con into this rather unpromising venture.

The president is the cuticle of the nail bed of America: one would think pushing back makes him stronger, yet it turns out the opposite is true.

There is something inherently wrong, something out of accord with the ideals of representative democracy, when one portion of our citizenship turns its activities to private gain amid defensive war while another is fighting, sacrificing, or dying for national preservation.

I hurt with the insatiate longing, until I feel that there will never be any relief until I take a long, deep, wild draught on your lips.

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

I am not fit for this office and should never have been here.