I am the only high-ranking U.S. official to ever meet with Kim Jong-il, and we are the same height and both wear high heels.

There is a special place in hell for women who don't help other women.

Our predecessors understood that the ties that bind America are far stronger than disagreements over any particular policy and far more durable and profound than any party affiliation.

It took me quite a long time to develop a voice, and now that I have it, I am not going to be silent.

There's Madeleine, and then there's 'Madeleine Albright'. And I sometimes kind of think, who is this person? Once you become 'Madeleine Albright' it doesn't go away.

We must stop Saddam from ever again jeopardizing the stability and security of his neighbors with weapons of mass destruction.

Saddam's goal is to achieve the lifting of U.N. sanctions while retaining and enhancing Iraq's weapons of mass destruction programs. We cannot, we must not and we will not let him succeed.

To put it mildly, the world is a mess.

I think this is a very hard choice, but the price - we think the price is worth it.

We will not be intimidated or pushed off the world stage by people who do not like what we stand for, and that is, freedom, democracy and the fight against disease, poverty and terrorism.

We live in an image society. Speeches are not what anybody cares about; what they care about is the picture.

Shall I confess it, Mr. Hartright? I sadly want a reform in the construction of children. Nature's only idea seems to be to make them machines for the production of incessant noise.

That government is best which governs the least because its people discipline themselves.

Men never think their fortunes too great nor their wit too little.

God does not rule in nations, but He is mindful of them. He can and does place people in positions of influence who want what is best for the people and who trust in the Lord.

Vodka does not ease back pain. But it does get your mind off it.

More people have a fear of speaking than a fear of death. So at a funeral, most people would want to be the person in the coffin rather than the person delivering the eulogy!

I was ill, and everyone could see it but me.

Anything, anything would be better than this agony of mind, this creeping pain that gnaws and fumbles and caresses one and never hurts quite enough.

Poor little Foal of an oppressed race! I love the languid patience of thy face.

All is for the best in the best of all possible worlds.