I have to tell you that June Cleaver had a job in 'The New Leave It to Beaver.' She did. Sure, she was a council woman. She went to work. She wasn't a sit-at-home grandma. She went out, got a job.

Yes, I always played the bad woman. I actually did.

People stopped me on the street and said 'I can't live up to you.' Of course, they're referring to June Cleaver.

June Cleaver didn't keep her house in perfect order, the prop man did it.

Be your authentic self! Who you truly are

The more we can encourage participation, I think the better off we are.

Our new Constitution is now established, and has an appearance that promises permanency; but in the world nothing can be said to be certain except death and taxes.

We can grow so accustomed to being spoon-fed the Word of God that we sometimes forget how to examine the Scriptures for ourselves.

Nothing irritates me more than chronic laziness in others. Mind you, it's only mental sloth I object to. Physical sloth can be heavenly.

Is this freedom? Is it happiness? I don't know. I don't care anymore. It is different--it is being alive.

It hurts a lot when you cannot really comprehend what a person is saying in a meeting, or you don't even understand what you're reading in your contract.

Dancing allows me to go away and not have to think of what I'm doing next.

You are all in jail. Each alone, solitary, with a heap of what he owns. You live in prison, die in prison. It is all I can see in your eyes - the wall, the wall!

Less government in business and more business in government.