I Like The Noise Of Democracy.

If You Are As Happy, My Dear Sir, On Entering This House As I Am In Leaving It And Returning Home, You Are The Happiest Man In This Country.

All The Friends That I Loved And Wanted To Reward Are Dead, And All The Enemies That I Hated And I Had Marked Out For Punishment Are Turned To My Friends.

The Ballot Box Is The Surest Arbiter Of Disputes Among Free Men.

The Storm Of Frenzy And Faction Must Inevitably Dash Itself In Vain Against The Unshaken Rock Of The Constitution.

If You Are As Happy In Entering The White House As I Shall Feel On Returning To Wheatland, You Are A Happy Man Indeed.