I Intend To Make Georgia Howl.

There Will Soon Come An Armed Contest Between Capital And Labor. They Will Oppose Each Other, Not With Words And Arguments, But With Shot And Shell, Gun-powder And Cannon. The Better Classes Are Tired Of The Insane Howling Of The Lower Strata And They Mean To Stop Them.

You Cannot Qualify War In Harsher Terms Than I Will.

I Will Not Accept If Nominated, And Will Not Serve If Elected.

If You Don't Have My Army Supplied, And Keep It Supplied, We'll Eat Your Mules Up, Sir.

You May As Well Say, 'that's A Valiant Flea That Dare Eat His Breakfast On The Lip Of A Lion.