His mind was of that order which is prone to believe what it wants to believe.

He did not take much time to think.

He leaped at conclusions, and from his premise his conclusion was usually sound.

His tastes were domestic, his pastime, when not at his books, field sports.
He was not what might be called convivial, though fond of good company--very little wine affecting him--so that a certain self-control became second nature to him.
To be sure, he had no conscientious or doctrinal scruples about a third term.

He had found the White House a congenial abode, had accepted the literal theory that his election in 1908 would not imply a third but a second term, and he wanted to remain.