Teddy Roosevelt: “If you choose to have high ideals so fantastic that they are of no use when you try to apply them in practical life, do…”

Shame on the man of cultivated taste who permits refinement to develop into a fastidiousness that unfits him for doing the rough work of a workaday world.

I am not sick at all. I am all right.

I am all right and you cannot escape listening to the speech either.

I don’t know anything about who the man was who shot me to-night.