“Cuba ought to be free and independent, and the government should be turned over to the Cuban people.”

Expositions are the timekeepers of progress.

I am a tariff man, standing on a tariff platform.

The Working Man’s Creed: “A short day is better than a short dollar” .

We go to war only to make peace. We never went to war with any other design. We carry the national conscience wherever we go.

We cannot gamble with anything so sacred as money.

The American flag has not been planted on foreign soil to acquire more territory but for humanity’s sake.

The liberty to make our laws does not give us the freedom nor the license to break our laws!

Half-heartedness never won a battle.

That’s all a man can hope for during his lifetime – to set an example – and when he is dead, to be an inspiration for history.

The free man cannot be long an ignorant man.

Our past has gone into history.

Honesty, capacity, and industry are nowhere more indispensable than in public employment.

Let us ever remember that our interest is in concord, not in conflict; and that our real eminence rests in the victories of peace, not those of war.

I do not prize the word cheap. It is not a word of inspiration. It is the badge of poverty, the signal of distress. Cheap merchandise means cheap men and cheap men mean a cheap country.

I am for America because America is for the common people.

The path of progress is seldom smooth. New things are often found hard to do. Our fathers found them so. We find them so. But are we not made better for the effort and sacrifice?

We are bound by the law, so that we may be free.

To will oneself moral and to will oneself free are one and the same decision.

Man cannot be free if he does not know that he is subject to necessity, because his freedom is always won in his never wholly successful attempts to liberate himself from necessity.

The history of nature, begins with good, for it is God’s work; the history of freedom begins with badness, for it is man’s work.

Authentic love must be founded on reciprocal recognition of two freedoms.

Freedom is a mystic voyage we must embark on. A journey that swallows us into the oesophagus of aching dreams, until we reach the belly of hope.

I know no national boundary where the Negro is concerned. The whole world is my province until Africa is free.

When a horse wants to display himself, he lifts his neck up high and flexes his poll haughtily, and picks his legs up freely, and keeps his tail up.