Should the States reject this excellent Constitution, the probability is, an opportunity will never again offer to cancel another in peacethe next will be drawn in blood.

Ninety-nine percent of the failures come from people who have the habit of making excuses.

Start where you are, with what you have. Make something of it and never be satisfied.

When you can do the common things of life in an uncommon way, you will command the attention of the world.

Education is the key to unlock the golden door of freedom.

Most people search high and wide for the key to success. If they only knew, the key to their dreams lies within.

I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through which God speaks to us every hour, if we will only tune in.

No individual has any right to come into the world and go out of it without leaving behind him distinct and legitimate reasons for having passed through it.

Do not let anyone claim tribute of American patriotism if they even attempt to remove religion from politics.

Where there is no vision, there is no hope.

The future of this nation depends on the Christian training of our youth.

The strength of the spirit sustains the soul.

The political parties who prefer lockdowns should end their politics that is based on negative attitude.

My father was against the death penalty, and that was hard in the Son of Sam summer when fear was driving the desire for the death penalty.

I don't think he'd [Andy Warhol] be that amazed because he was so driven to be the Picasso of the second half of the 20th century.

Silvio, I gotta go, find out something only dead men know.

Standup comedy is fun. I mean other than having to experience the excruciating lonlieness and unacknowledged sadness that results in funny.

I would definitely love to continue acting, and I also really enjoy school, so I would like to balance the two somehow.

We had a dog, Apples. He was 13 years old, toothless, blind and had the worst breath this side of Jabba the Hut. But he was the sweetest dog, and I cried and cried when he died.

My bulimia was my addiction. Hurting myself was my addiction... The music is what saved me. That's the only thing I can trust.

My prophecy is but half his journey yet, For yonder walls, that pertly front your town, Yon towers, whose wanton tops do buss the clouds, Must kiss their own feet.