The elders asked her if she was sorry, and she replied that she couldn't truly say that she was sorry, but that she could say she wouldn't do it again.

I was for the draft, and I was for the war, to prevent democracy making itself foolish." "You'll never succeed in that," said Stanton gravely.
"If Congress is democracy, there can't be a more foolish gathering outside a monkey-house." The President grinned broadly.

He was humming the air of a nigger song, "The Blue-tailed Fly," which Lamon had taught him.
"That reminds me of Artemus Ward.

He observes that at the last election he voted for Henry Clay.

It's true, he says, that Henry was dead, but Since all the politicians that he knew were fifteenth-rate he preferred to vote for a first-class corpse." Stanton moved impatiently.