Since you have chosen to elect a man with a timber toe to succeed me, you may all go to hell and I will go to Texas.

Although our great man at the head of the nation, has changed his course, I will not change mine.

I would rather be beaten, and be a man, than to be elected and be a little puppy dog.

Whenever I had anything and saw a fellow being suffering, I was more anxious to relieve him than to benefit myself. And this is one of the true secrets of my being a poor man to this day.

If one man in the country could take all the money, what was the use of passing any bills about it?

No man who has not tried it can imagine what dreadful hard work it is to listen. Splitting gum logs in the dog days is child's play to it. I've tried both, and give the preference to the gum logs.