I can always get along with an honest friend.

An honest public servant can't become rich in politics. He can only attain greatness and satisfaction by service.

I sincerely regret the unfortunate choice of language which I used in my letter of August 29 to Congressman McDonough concerning the Marine Corps.

Work Hard. Do your best. Keep your word. Never get too big for your britches. Trust in God. Have no fear; and Never forget a friend.

My choice early in life was either to be a piano player in a whorehouse or a politician. To tell the truth, there's hardly a difference.

America was not built on fear. America was built on courage, on imagination and an unbeatable determination to do the job at hand.

Our debt to the heroic men and valiant women in the service of our country can never be repaid. They have earned our undying gratitude. America will never forget their sacrifices.

A President needs political understanding to run the government, but he may be elected without it.

Democrats work to help people who need help. That other party, they work for people who don't need help. That's all there is to it.

Everybody has the right to express what he thinks. That, of course, lets the crackpots in. But if you cannot tell a crackpot when you see one, then you ought to be taken in.

Term limits would cure both senility and seniority- both terrible legislative diseases.

Just as you first eat with your eyes, you also first desire things with your subconscious mind!

Without forgetting it is quite impossible to live at all.

When the time is right, life will have a meaning.When the time is right, world will be bright again.When the time is right, things will fall into place.Just remember, never regret.

Life is a game of whist. From unseen sources The cards are shuffled and the hands are dealt. I do not like the way the cards are shuffled But yet I like the game and want to play.

I gotta keep busy. I'm not happy unless I'm working on two, three things.

We admitted we were powerless over alcohol-that our lives had become unmanageable. We came to believe that a Power greater than ourselves would restore us to sanity.

The sparrows are preparing for winter, each one dressed in a plain brown coat and singing a cheerful song.

Love was worth sacrificing for, he thought as he left his room. Even if it wasn't yours. -Phury's thoughts

She has something to say about what life is like-which is all we ask of poetry.

This aged economic system is out of date!