I suffer from cacoethes loquendi, a mania or itch for talking, and from vanity... and morbidity, and, as is obvious to everyone who knows me, an inborn, an inveterate flair for histrionics. … I am pachydermatous. … I am a veritable peripatetic bifurcated volcano on behalf of Democratic principles.
"The Silver-Tongued Sunbeam". Time (August 7, 1939)