I don't like attacking.

Your success as a family... our success as a nation... depends not on what happens inside the White House, but on what happens inside your house.

Never lose sight of the fact that the most important yardstick of your success will be how you treat other people - your family, friends, and coworkers, and even strangers you meet along the way.

Future of his nation does not depend on what happens at the White House, but what happens at your house

I think togetherness is a very important ingredient to family life.

I married the first man I ever kissed. When I tell this to my children, they just about throw up.

The home is the child's first school, the parent is the child's first teacher, and reading is the child's first subject.

to us, family means putting your arms around each other and being there.

The Titanic was built by professionals. The Ark was built by volunteers.

And who knows? Somewhere out in this audience may even be someone who will one day follow in my footsteps, and preside over the White House as the President's spouse. I wish him well!

You have to love your children unselfishly. That's hard. But it's the only way.

. . . Mrs. Arcanum considered foreign parts only marginally less unspeakable than private parts. . .

The Dhamma is revealing itself in every moment, but only when the mind is quiet can we understand what it is saying, for the Dhamma teaches without words.

Though I have had no adventures, I feel capable of them.

By far, the best moment of my big league career was when I caught the last out at the World Series.

If I'm a faggot spell it right, I got way more than two G's

Now for good lucke, cast an old shooe after mee.

Growing up, I never thought about the thing called money.

a celebrity is someone who no longer does the things that made him a celebrity.

Some burn damp faggots, others may consume The entire combustible world in one small room.

O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frightened thee, 1710. That thou no more will weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness?