Actually, We're Just Glorified Flagpole Sitters.

Practically All We Know Is That Thousands Of Native Haitians Have Been Killed By American Marines, And That Many Of Our Own Gallant Men Have Sacrificed Their Lives At The Behest Of An Executive Department In Order To Establish Laws Drafted By The Assistant Secretary Of The Navy. ... I Will Not Empower An Assistant Secretary Of The Navy To Draft A Constitution For Helpless Neighbors In The West Indies And Jam It Down Their Throats At The Point Of Bayonets Borne By U.s. Marines.

I Couldn't Catch A Ball Or Any Of That Stuff. I Could Do Only What Required Brute Stupidity.

He Liked To Play Chess And Do Intelligent Things, And I Was A Serious Drinker And Nonthinker.

The President Is The Cuticle Of The Nail Bed Of America: One Would Think Pushing Back Makes Him Stronger, Yet It Turns Out The Opposite Is True.

There's Good In Everybody. Boost. Don't Knock.