I do not propose to be buried until I am dead.

There are men in all ages who mean to govern well, but they mean to govern. They promise to be good masters, but they mean to be masters

Whatever makes men good Christians, makes them good citizens.

The contest for ages has been to rescue liberty from the grasp of executive power.

The most important thought that ever occupied my mind is that of my individual responsibility to God.

God grants liberty only to those who love it, and are always ready to guard and defend it.

The proper function of a government is to make it easy for the people to do good, and difficult for them to do evil.

If all my possessions were taken from me with one exception, I would choose to keep the power of communication, for by it I would soon regain all the rest

The inherent right in the people to reform their government, I do not deny; and they have another right, and that is to resist unconstitutional laws without overturning the government.

Justice, sir, is the great interest of man on earth. It is the ligament which holds civilized beings and civilized nations together.

Falsehoods not only disagree with truths, but usually quarrel among themselves.

And what would we be, we sinful creatures, without fear, perhaps the most foresighted, the most loving of the divine gifts?

Gratitude for all the beauty and blessings that we already enjoy fills our lives with abundance.

And I'm not sure if it's G-d, or fate, or just air masses colliding over water, but I will say this: It feels, finally, like flying.

You can order the sun to come up if you time it right. I’m not driving this bus. Making it do what I want would be like talking someone out of a seizure.

It was one of the warm nights at the end of summer that makes promises that won't be kept.

I hate fights. I try to talk people out of fighting if I can and if they start I run away.

Are you mine?” Yes. “Are you mine?” Yes. “Are you mine?” No. “No?” No. I loved being yours. But now I’m mine, which is all I ever was, in the end.

Brad [Pitt], poor geezer, was blown up, thrown around, burned, slapped, frozen. But never a moan or a whine. Now that's what I call a real star.

What advertising dum-dum signed up Ilie Nastase to sell a resort?! Who'd want to go where he's at?

Spielberg knows his craft so well, he can also improvise, and that is a lot of fun.