I am from a state that raises corn and cotton and cockleburs and Democrats, and frothy eloquence neither convinces nor satisfies me. I am from Missouri. You have got to show me.

Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.

The revolution is not an apple that falls when it is ripe. You have to make it fall.

I know you are here to kill me. Shoot, coward, you are only going to kill a man.