Anyone who is not a liberal in his youth has no heart. Anyone who remains so as he matures has no brain!

The era of procrastination, of half-measures, of soothing and baffling expedients, of delays is coming to its close. In its place we are entering a period of consequences.

Oh, what is the matter with poor Puggy-Wug? Pet him and kiss him and give him a hug. Run and fetch him a suitable drug. Wrap him up tenderly all in a rug. That is the way to cure Puggy-Wug.

Politics is not a game. It is an earnest business.

Death and sorrow will be the companions of our journey; hardship our garment; constancy and valor our only shield. We must be united, we must be undaunted, we must be inflexible.

Although always prepared for martyrdom, I preferred that it should be postponed.

A hopeful disposition is not the sole qualification to be a prophet.