I Have A Congress On My Hands.

The Wage Earner Relies Upon The Ventures Of Confident And Contented Capital. This Failing Him, His Condition Is Without Alleviation, For He Can Neither Prey On The Misfortune Of Others Nor Hoard His Labor.

I Cannot Help But Think It Perilous To Suffer These Lands Or The Sources Of Their Irrigation To Fall Into The Hands Of Monopolies, Which By Such Means May Exercise Lordship Over The Areas Dependent On Their Treatment For Productiveness.

I Mistake The American People If They Favor The Odious Doctrine That There Is No Such Thing As International Morality; That There Is One Law For A Strong Nation And Another For A Weak One.

Sometimes I Wake At Night In The White House And Rub My Eyes And Wonder If It Is Not All A Dream.

I Feel Obliged To Withhold My Approval Of The Plan To Indulge In Benevolent And Charitable Sentiment Through The Appropriation Of Public Funds ... I Find No Warrant For Such An Appropriation In The Constitution.