I'm not a white nationalist.

You know, we all have our inner demons. I, for one - I can't speak for you, but I'm on the verge of moral collapse at any time. It can happen by the end of the show.

What we don't have a right to is healthcare, housing, or handouts. We don't have those rights.

Girl, you better check yourself before you wreck yourself!

Good for you, you have a heart, you can be a liberal. Now, couple your heart with your brain, and you can be a conservative.

Sometimes the hardest part of the journey is believing you're worthy of the trip.

The shadows are only the darkest when the light is at its brightest.

The moment you stop worrying about success is when success will happen.

Whoever thought a tiny candy bar should be called fun size was a moron.

If you have a priest that is pushing social justice, go find another parish. Go alert your bishop.

All men are created equal. It is what you do from there that makes the difference. We are all free agents in life. We make our own decisions. We control our own destiny.

I don't even know her yet..but if she could see me right now, I'd want her to know that I love her

All men are equal in God’s presence

Writing is about taking everyday observations, things which people see almost every day of their lives, and yet bringing it to their attention for the very first time.

The healing power of charity, bestowed by our Father and made possible by the Atonement of Jesus Christ, can make it virtually impossible for us even to feel emotions common to the natural man.

Nowhere does history indulge in repetitions so often or so uniformly as in Wall Street.

Philosophy finds itself to be no longer anything but the heir to a fabulous mystical theology, but missing a God and wiping the slate clean.

We need a new kind of offensive in the Middle East. It's called a peace offensive.

Everything I write comes from my childhood in one way or another. I am forever drawing on the sense of mystery and wonder and possibility that pervaded that time of my life.

We're all mad here.

In small towns people scent the wind with noses of uncommon keenness.