Sound money is the sine qua non of a prosperous society.

Government spending is taxation. When you look at this, I've never heard of a poor person spending himself into prosperity; let alone I've never heard of a poor person taxing himself into prosperity.

And just remember, every dollar we spend on outsourcing is spent on U.S. goods or invested back in the U.S. market. That's accounting.

It is not true that Congress spends money like a drunken sailor. Drunken sailors spend their own money. Congress spends our money.

The tax rate increases reduce economic growth; they shrink the pie; they cause more poverty, more despair, more unemployment, which are all things government is trying to alleviate with spending.

And you can't have a prosperous economy when the government is way overspending, raising tax rates, printing too much money, over regulating and restricting free trade. It just can't be done.

People can also change the timing of when they earn and receive their income in response to government policies.

It has always amazed me how tax cuts don't work until they take effect. Mr. Obama's experience with deferred tax rate increases will be the reverse. The economy will collapse in 2011.

You know, without China there is no Wal-Mart and without Wal-Mart there is no middle class and lower class prosperity in the United States.

You want to prove that Milton Friedman is a fascist? It's easy. Quote him.

With the shrinking of the US economy, and it's shrinking very rapidly, you not only have more money, but you also have fewer goods. That's a classic double-whammy on inflation.

God spoke to you by so many voices but you would not hear.

The secret of art is love.

It is the certainty that you are about to recover, that brings results, not the hope.

I don't have any intention of resigning.

I have my romantic moments - for sure.

I'm really open to anything that's good. If I read something and it's good, and I like the director, it never really needs to be a specific type of character.

I don't write, I build a rhyme.

There are more pleasant things to do than beat up people.

I concentrated hard and snapped my fingers. "You don't see the sword," I told the girl. "It's just a ballpoint pen." She blinked. "Um . . . no. It's a sword, weirdo.

Bright-eyed Fancy, hov'ring o'er, Scatters from her pictured urn Thoughts that breathe and words that burn.