My address is like my shoes. It travels with me.

I asked a man in prison once how he happened to be there and he said he had stolen a pair of shoes. I told him if he had stolen a railroad he would be a United States Senator.

Reformation, like education, is a journey, not a destination.

I would fight God Almighty Himself if He didn't play square with me.

Sometimes it seemed to me I could not look at those silent little figures; that I must go north, to the grim coal fields, to the Rocky Mountain camps, where the labor fight is at least fought by grown men.

If they can remember their address, they can do it properly.