The White House alone cannot hold its opponents accountable.

We are the only class in history that has been left to fight its battles alone unaided by the ruling powers. White labor and the freed black men had their champions but where are ours?

Can anyone understand how it is to have lived in the White House and then suddenly to be living alone as the President's widow?

Now suddenly there was nothing but a world of cloud and we three were there alone in the middle of a great white plain with snowy hills and mountains staring at us and it was very still but there were whispers.

We gave up some of our country to the white men thinking that then we could have peace. We were mistaken. The white man would not let us alone.

I think this is the most extraordinary collection of talent of human knowledge that has ever been gathered at the White House - with the possible exception of when Thomas Jefferson dined alone.

Old age is far more than white hair wrinkles the feeling that it is too late and the game finished that the stage belongs to the rising generations. The true evil is not the weakening of the body but the indifference of the soul.

Old age adds to the respect due to virtue but it takes nothing from the contempt inspired by vice it whitens only the hair.