I do not look to the past for my models of brotherness. The first man who slew his neighbor was the first governor.

Only vetted nominees make it to committee hearings.

He therefore crept out of bed, tho' not without great repugnance, and wrapping himself in his morning-gown, was supported down stairs, rubbing his eye, yawning fearfully, and grumbling all the way.

Are these men, these customers of taverns, who stagger around bawling in our streets or tumble blowzed from our fine cafes, oblivious to their duties to those on whom they depend, and to those who depend on them?