There was need of liberalizing and loosening things in Missouri, for which he sat in the Senate—they could not go on forever half the best elements in the State disfranchised.

Yet he was hard to convince—tenacious of his opinions—courteous but insistent in debate.

And I did; I declared—the reporters were long since gone—that there had not been a man killed amiss in Kentucky since the war; that where one had been killed two should have been; and, amid roars of laughter which gave me time to frame…

Never have I passed five hours in a theater so filled with thrills.

Cleveland was shocked and outraged, and I made haste to stigmatize it as a lie out of whole cloth.

Under an unpromising exterior—a stocky build and fiery red head—there glowed a brave, generous and tender spirit.

All women—especially all good and discerning women who knew him and who could intuitively read beneath that clumsy personality his fine sense of respect—even of adoration—loved Tom Ochiltree.

Mark Twain’s is his own—American through and through to the bone.

The modern newspaper, as we know it, may be fairly said to have been the invention of James Gordon Bennett, the elder.

Thus “personal journalism” cannot be escaped, and whether the “one-man power” emanates from the Counting Room or the Editorial Room, as they are called, it must be clear and answerable, responsive to the common weal, and, above all…

Both as a newspaper writer and creator and manager, he stood upon the front line, rating with Bennett and Greeley and Raymond.

He first entertained and then cultivated the thirst for office, which proved the undoing of Greeley and Raymond, and it proved his undoing.

What possible good can it do you?” She looked me straight in the eye and slowly replied: “Because I love him.

On the whole I have not known many men more unfortunate than John Throckmorton, who, but for “Old Hell’s Delight,” would have encountered little obstacle to the pursuit of prosperity and happiness.

But in fighting he was “a dandy.” The goody-goody philosophy of the namby-pamby takes an extreme and unreal view of life.

Traversing the older countries, especially Spain, the most illustrative, the wayfarer is met at all points by what seems not merely the logic of events, but the common law of the inevitable.

The good old vices of Spain,” that is, the robbing of the lesser rogue by the greater in regulated gradations all the way from the King to the beggar, are as prevalent and as vital as ever they were.

I have many rights—birthrights—to speak of Kentucky as a Kentuckian, beside that of more than fifty years’ service upon what may be fairly called the battle-line of the Dark and Bloody Ground.

Clay was a very great man—a born leader of men.

For Lincoln entertained, with respect to the rehabilitation of the Union, the single wish that the Southern States—to use his homely phraseology—“should come back home and behave themselves,” and if he had lived he would have made this…

If slavery be not wrong,” he said, “nothing is wrong,” but he also said and reiterated it time and again, “I have no prejudice against the Southern people.

Lincoln met and conferred with the official representatives of the Confederate Government, led by the Vice President of the Confederate States, when it must have been known to him that the Confederacy was nearing the end of its resources…

He believed the North equally guilty with the South for the original existence of slavery.

He clearly understood that the Irrepressible Conflict was a Conflict of systems, not a merely sectional and partisan quarrel.

He was a just man, abhorring proscription: an old Conscience Whig, indeed, who stood in awe of the Constitution and his oath of office.