Don't divide the world into "them" and "us."

Reduce the number of lawyers. They are like beavers - they get in the middle of the stream and dam it up.

The Secretary of Defense is not a super General or Admiral. His task is to exercise civilian control over the Department for the Commander-in-Chief and the country.

Don't necessarily avoid sharp edges. Occasionally they are necessary to leadership.

Simply stated, there is no doubt that Saddam Hussein now has weapons of mass destruction.

We know where they are. They are in the area around Tikrit and Baghdad.

We know where they are [Iraq's weapons of mass destruction]. They're in the area around Tikrit and Baghdad and east, west, south and north somewhat.

We do know of certain knowledge that he [Osama Bin Laden] is either in Afghanistan, or in some other country, or dead.

Be precise. A lack of precision is dangerous when the margin of error is small.

If you are not criticized, you may not be doing much.

Look for what's missing. Many advisors can tell a President how to improve what's proposed or what's gone amiss. Few are able to see what isn't there.

'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view and robes the mountain in its azure hue.

Form follows function straight to hell.

Sleep and death, two twins of winged race, Of matchless swiftness, but of silent pace.

Successful people tend to become more successful because they are always thinking about their successes.

The Son of God became a man to enable men to become sons of God." ~ Mere Christianity, By C. S. Lewis

You have to be down here in the States to realize just how tightly controlled the corporate media is and how much they practise Soviet-style censorship through creative omission.

I think for more than half of my career I have refrained from talking to the media.

I can teach anybody how to get what they want out of life. The problem is that I can't find anybody who can tell me what they want.

I grew up with the white picket fence. My dad went to work nine to five, and he had a station wagon.

O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive!