The Democratic party of the nation ain’t dead, though it’s been givin’ a lifelike imitation of a corpse for several years. <small>p. 88</small> - George W. Plunkitt

He eats corned beef and kosher meat with equal nonchalance, and it’s all the same to him whether he takes off his hat in the church or pulls it down over his ears in the synagogue. <small>p. 48</small>

Isn’t it enough to make a man sour on his country when he wants to serve it and won’t be allowed unless he answers a lot of fool questions about the number of cubic inches of water in the Atlantic and the quality of sand in the Sahara desert? <small>p. 11</small>

Before then when a party won, its workers got everything in sight. That was somethin’ to make a man patriotic. <small>p. 14</small>