It's really kind of hard to be a suburb of nothing. If you don't have a downtown, you really don't have anything. It's hard to build a community around parking lots and subdivisions.

I have balls the size of grapefruits and come this Sunday, you'll be spitting out the seeds.

You need to surround yourself with quality human beings that are intelligent and have a vision.

God invented whiskey to keep the Irish from ruling the world.

Yes, risk-taking is inherently failure-prone. Otherwise, it would be called sure-thing-taking.

You can rise above it. This country gives you opportunity if you want to take it, so don't blame your environment. I look down on people who use their environment as a crutch.

There's only room for one dominant female in the McMahon family... and that's me!

There was a time... when people didn't go out of their house on Tuesday night at eight o'clock because Milton Berle was on.

I don't give a damn what the fans think cause, quite frankly, I know what the fans want better than they do.

That crossover of whether it's entertainment or news is the biggest crock of b.s. in television today, because it's all entertainment.

From a person standpoint, the old expression of what doesn't kill you makes you stronger is somewhat true.

A shout for help isn’t always a cry of pain

Sometimes the silence of your friends is worse than your enemy's words.

Act NOW on those ideas! As they say, you snooze you lose. Or as I say, if you BEGIN you WIN.

Everyone on my team should be extraordinarily proud of what they have done.

Probably the most honest "self-made person" ever was the one we heard say: "I got to the top the hard way - fighting my own laziness and ignorance every step of the way."

To teach successfully we must tell all we know, but only what is adaptable to the student.

It is among children only, and as children only, that you will find medicine for your healing and true wisdom for your teaching.

Good behavior is everybody's business, and good taste can be everyone's goal.

People will always blame the poets for society's ills. But these are the true artists.

Whilst all the land was ringed with bristling arms And flames laid waste our world, All that was left me was a little garden And thou within it, my beloved, my comrade.