I don't propose to be swept off my feet by the catastrophe.
Nothing fazes me anymore.
Men may die, but the fabric of free institutions remain unshaken.
Following the assassination of James A. Garfield:
Nothing really scares me, to be honest.
You know, I have a very thick skin.
As fire when thrown into water is cooled down and put out, so also a false accusation when brought against a man of the purest and holiest character, boils over and is at once dissipated, and vanishes and threats of heaven and sea, himself standing unmoved.
It takes an awful lot to offend me.
Grow strong, my comrade … that you may stand Unshaken when I fall; that I may know The shattered fragments of my song will come At last to finer melody in you; That I may tell my heart that you begin Where passing I leave off, and fathom more.
Should the whole frame of nature round him break, In ruin and confusion hurled, He, unconcerned, would hear the mighty crack, And stand secure amidst a falling world.
Stand through life firm as a rock in the sea, undisturbed and unmoved by its ever-rising waves
I'm never shaken or stirred.
I don't let other people get under my skin.