John Hay

Dealing with a government [Tsarist Russia] with whom mendacity is a science is an extremely difficult and delicate matter.

— John Hay

He never funked and he never liedI reckon he never knowed how.

— John Hay

He weren't no saint—but at jedgment On a man that died for men.

— John Hay

At my door the Pale Horse standsTo carry me to unknown lands.

— John Hay

The people will come to their own at last,—God is not mocked forever.

— John Hay

I think that saving a little child Than loafing around the throne.

— John Hay