My Tongue Speak What My Heart Thinks.

I Know Not Whether, In The Eyes Of The World, A Brilliant Death Is Not Preferred To An Obscure Life Of Rectitude. Most Men Are Remembered As They Died, And Not As They Lived. We Gaze With Admiration Upon The Glories Of The Setting Sun, Yet Scarcely Bestow A Passing Glance Upon Its Noonday Splendor.

We Must Not Permit Our Respect For The Dead Or Our Sympathy For The Living To Lead Us Into An Act Of Injustice To The Balance Of The Living. I Will Not Attempt To Prove That Congress Has No Power To Appropriate This Money As An Act Of Charity. Every Member Upon This Floor Knows It. We Have The Right As Individuals To Give Away As Much Of Our Own Money As We Please In Charity; But As Members Of Congress We Have No Right To Appropriate A Dollar Of The Public Money.

I Would Rather Be Beaten, And Be A Man, Than To Be Elected And Be A Little Puppy Dog.

I Want People To Be Able To Get What They Need To Live: Enough Food, A Place To Live, And An Education For Their Children. Government Does Not Provide These As Well As Private Charities And Businesses.

If I Could Rest Anywhere, It Would Be In Arkansas, Where The Men Are Of The Real Half-horse, Half-alligator Breed Such As Grows Nowhere Else On The Face Of The Universal Earth.