Eventually, somebody is going to be a hero, and somebody's going to be president. Not necessarily the same person.

What did the president know, and when did he know it?

It is almost always the cover-up rather than the event that causes trouble.

The most difficult thing in any negotiation, almost, is making sure that you strip it of the emotion and deal with the facts.

In Washington I'm thought of as a conservative, but in Tennessee I'm thought of as a Bolshevik.

Demography is changing us as we are older societies, we're living longer. How the generations balance each other out, how that affects education and health care.

If you don't like the question that's asked, answer some other question.

The beginning of the decline of the Republic was the day they air-conditioned the Capitol.

You've got to guard against speaking more clearly than you think.

Listen more often than you speak.

He was letting you break your icons one by one. he was letting you reduce him to the status of a human being.

We're living in a teetering tower of babble. A shaky reality of words. A DNA soup for disaster. The natural world destroyed, we're left with this cluttered world of language.

I listen to the people. That was a big reason for my life, maybe the main reason, I'm singing because I love it when people say to me, 'Thank you.' I thank them. It's a marriage.

The word friends doesn't seem to stretch big enough to describe how we feel about each other. We forget where one of us starts and the other one stops.

Let’s be honest, Nora. You’ve got it bad for me." His eyes held a lot of depth. "And I’ve got it bad for you.

Strategy is about stretching limited resources to fit ambitious aspirations.

You're at your best, when you're focused and you're serious and passionate about what you do, but at the same time you can relax and have fun and be confident.

There's no staying where you were. If you're not doing anything, your skills and point of view are atrophying.

Every life has its years in which one progresses as on a tedious and dusty street of poplars, without caring to know where he is.

Throw your heart over the fence and the rest will follow.