A billion here, a billion there, and pretty soon you're talking about real money.

I am a man of fixed and unbending principles, the first of which is to be flexible at all times.

Life is not a static thing. The only people who do not change their minds are incompetents in asylums, and those in cemeteries.

Whatever the color of a man's skin, we are all mankind. So every denial of freedom, of equal opportunity for a livelihood, or for an education, diminishes me.

When I feel the heat, I see the light.

When all is said and done, the real citadel of strength of any community is in the hearts and minds and desires of those who dwell there.

But the basic difficulty still remains: It is the expansion of Federal power, about which I wish to express my alarm. How easily we embrace such business.

The mind is no match with the heart in persuasion; constitutionality is no match with compassion.

We have been through this biennial convulsion four or five different times over the past 10 or 12 years, and now it appears that we are going through this quiet agony all over again.

We are becoming so accustomed to millions and billions of dollars that 'thousands' has almost passed out of the dictionary.

I have said, with respect to authorization bills, that I do not want the Congress or the country to commit fiscal suicide on the installment plan.

Life is short. If you doubt me, ask a butterfly. Their average life span is a mere five to fourteen days.

Wealth is a deep understanding of the natural world.

We have been created for God and by God to transform the world around us.

I had the benefit of experiencing a hundred times more than the average kid. I don't look back with regret at all. It was the best life ever.

I have a role now that I think becomes me. I am a grandmother.

The best way to be future-friendly is to be backwards compatible.

If a man loved me, I would have talked myself into loving him, and I would have loved him very deeply after a while.

My main calling in life is to seek and achieve spiritual balance, and to express that through my instrument. Everything else is here today, gone later today.

And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood.

What shall I do for pretty girls Now my old bawd is dead?