If we are not even free anymore to decide something as basic as what we wish to eat or drink, how much freedom do we really have left?

Truth is treason in the empire of lies.

Foreign aid is taking money from the poor people of a rich country and giving it to the rich people of a poor country.

One thing is clear: The Founding Fathers never intended a nation where citizens would pay nearly half of everything they earn to the government.

During the last campaign I knew what was happening. You know, they mocked me for my foreign policy and they laughed at my monetary policy. No more. No more.

I lean toward a flat tax. But I want to make it real flat, like ZERO.

I am convinced that there are more threats to American liberty within the 10-mile radius of my office on Capitol Hill than there are on the rest of the globe.

Our Constitution, which was intended to limit government power and abuse, has failed.

It is no coincidence that the century of total war coincided with the century of central banking.

We don't have the freedom of speech to talk about the weather. We have the first amendment so we can say some very controversial things.

In a free society, we are supposed to know the truth. In a society where truth becomes treason, we are in big trouble.

Had I been in love, I could not have been more wretchedly blind. But vanity, not love, has been my folly.

All of Christianity is based on a person—Jesus Christ. Christ Himself is the embodiment of the Gospel.

My love life couldn't be more nonexistent if Julius was all all-girls' boarding school with a moat full of alligators around it.

GOD IS YOUR THOUGHTS

I got this." Dank Walker

I decided at the outset to invest in a fairly broad range of businesses, as I didn't want to get pigeonholed into one sector.

My ideas are a curse. They spring from a radical discontent with the awful order of things. I play clown. I play carpenter. I play nurse. I play witch.

I'm a positive thinker and actor. I look at a glass; a negative person sees the glass and says: too bad it's half empty... I look at the same glass and say: Hallelujah!! It's half full!!!

It must infuriate our children to see us always so much more forbearing with everybody else's.

Just as our taste in lovers is far more revealing than our choice of friends, the object of an artist's obsession can open up doors to their soul that might otherwise remain shut tight.