I should be glad if I could flatter myself that I came as near the central idea of the occasion, in two hours, as you did in two minutes.

I am only one but still I am one. I cannot do everything, but still I can do something.

The making of friends, who are real friends, is the best token we have of a man's success in life.

If you have accomplished all that you have planned for yourself, you have not planned enough.

I am only one, but I am one. I cannot do everything, but I can do something. And I will not let what I cannot do interfere with what I can do. And by the grace of God, I will.

I know I am only one, but I am one, and just because I'm one should not stop me from

God bless the Union; - it is dearer to us for the blood of brave men which has been shed in its defence.

Education is a better safeguard of liberty than a standing army.

In the name of Hypocrites, doctors have invented the most exquisite form of torture ever known to man: survival.

Friendship is one of the greatest luxuries of life.

To look forward and not back, To look out and not in, and To lend a hand.

You’re not as good as you think. You don’t have it all figured out. Stay focused. Do better.

Stability and security are just illusions. But they are necessary illusions because without them there would be no way of going on.

Capital is only the fruit of labor, and could never have existed if labor had not first existed. Labor is the superior ofcapital, and deserves muchthe higher consideration.

The end of Religion is not to teach us how to die, but how to live.

Yesterday's answers has nothing to do with today's questions.

Miserliness is a capital quality to run in families; it's the safe side for madness to dip on.

From 18 to 22, I was alone, living in L.A. with a bunch of friends, partying.

Love is what you are, not what you give or get!

On any longer view, man is only fitfully committed to the rational -- to thinking, seeing, learning, knowing. Believing is what he's really proud of.

Now voe me I can zing on my business abrode: Though the storm do beat down on my poll, There's a wife brighten'd vire at the end of my road, An' her love, voe the jay o' my soul.