“Might the peasant expect the Almighty to stay the thunder storm, which clears the air of a nation from pestilence, lest the lightning bold should in its flash kill his cow?”

I was always a friend of southern rights, but an enemy of southern wrongs.

A man, if he be active and energetic, can hardly fail also, be he never so selfish, of benefiting the general public interest.

If every man works at that for which nature fitted him, the cows will be well tended.

I grew up eating hamburger helper, macaroni and cheese, and drinking lots of milk, and looked at lots of cows; but I feel like a New Yorker now, I’ve lived here for sixteen years.

There was a little element of feeling like a cow.

Studying cows, pigs and chickens can help an actor develop his character. There are a lot of things I learned from animals. One was that they couldn’t hiss or boo me.

Mathematicians, like cows in the dark, all look alike to me.

Sacred cows make the tastiest hamburger.

Listening to the Fifth Symphony of Ralph Vaughan Williams is like staring at a cow for 45 minutes.

My cow is not pretty, but it is pretty to me.