Hunger Is The Mother Of Anarchy.

No Public Man Can Be Just A Little Crooked.

Lewis Strauss Is One Of My Best Friends.

The Job Is Nothing But A Twenty-ring Circus-with A Whole Lot Of Bad Actors.

No Greater Nor More Affectionate Honor Can Be Conferred On An American Than To Have A Public School Named After Him.

No Prosaic Description Can Portray The Grandeur Of 40 Miles Of Rugged Mountains Rising Beyond A Placid Lake In Which Each Shadowy Precipice And Each Purple Gorge Is Reflected With A Vividness That Rivals The Original.