Dear Government... I'm going to have a serious talk with you if I ever find anyone to talk to.

I had a dream about you. You were storing my brain in a pickle jar in the fridge, and I only discovered it when I went to garnish my hamburger. Mindless and hungry, I was a US politician's ideal voter.

It is only through work and strife that either nation or individual moves on to greatness. The great man is always the man of mighty effort, and usually the man whom grinding need has trained to mighty effort.

To be undecided in this elect ion is to pause for a moment and then ask how the chicken is cooked.

The storm of frenzy and faction must inevitably dash itself in vain against the unshaken rock of the Constitution.

I like the smell of a dunged field, and the tumult of a popular election.