In choosing a President, we really don't choose a Republican or Democrat, a conservative or liberal. We choose a leader.

With the spirit of my administration, New York City is poised for dramatic change. The era of fear has had a long enough reign.

America needs to be defended. We need missile defense to better police the skies over the United States.

The attacks of September 11th were intended to break our spirit. Instead we have emerged stronger and more unified.

My father used to say to me, 'Whenever you get into a jam, whenever you get into a crisis or an emergency, become the calmest person in the room and you'll be able to figure your way out of it.'

Revenge is not a noble sentiment, but it is a human one.

It's about time law enforcement got as organized as organized crime.

When you confront a problem you begin to solve it.

We had no domestic attacks under Bush.

Change is not a destination, just as hope is not a strategy.

What children need most are the essentials that grandparents provide in abundance. They give unconditional love, kindness, patience, humor, comfort, lessons in life. And, most importantly, cookies.

Occasionally we all do wrong things from right motives. Only time can prove us right or wrong. The past is the past. Nothing can change it now, and who is to say that it was all wrong, anyway?

True inward quietness ... is not vacancy, but stability - the steadfastness of a single purpose.

No one's gonna give a damn in July if you lost a game in March.

. . . how man evolved with such an incredible reservoir of talent and such fantastic diversity isn't completely understood . . . he knows so little and has nothing to measure himself against.

I was just in Las Vegas, where prostitution is legal. Which is a relief because I live in Los Angeles, where it is mandatory.

In conditions of uncertainty, humans, like other animals, herd together for protection.

Listen, the obvious thing to remember is without dark, there is no light, and without light, there is no dark.

Priest is a fisherman and Holy Book is a fishook. We either refuse to be a fish or we burn in the frying pan of irrationality!

I keep vaguely wondering what Macs are like, but the ones I've seen spend too much time being friendly.

Afraid lest he be caught up in a net of words, tripped up, bewildered and so defeated-thrown aside-a man hesitates to write down his innermost convictions.