I could not help reflecting that the bullet which had struck the chestnut [horse] had certainly passed within a foot of my head. So at any rate I had been 'under fire.' That was something.

Madam, if you were my wife, I would drink it.

I get my exercise being a pallbearer for those of my friends who believed in regular running and calisthenics.

What a fool I have been!

I like a man who grins when he fights.

No idea is so outlandish that it should not be considered with a searching but at the same time a steady eye.

Do you know why the nose of the bull dog is sloped backwards? So it can keep on breathing without ever letting go.