The current financial crisis in the US is likely to be judged in retrospect as the most wrenching since the end of the Second World War.

I have found no greater satisfaction than achieving success through honest dealing and strict adherence to the view that, for you to gain, those you deal with should gain as well.

The need for values is inbred. Their content is not.

The number one problem in today's generation and economy is the lack of financial literacy.

I guess I should warn you, if I turn out to be particularly clear, you've probably misunderstood what I've said.

Protectionism will do little to create jobs and if foreigners retaliate, we will surely lose jobs.

Remember what we're looking at. Gold is a currency. It is still, by all evidence, a premier currency, that no fiat currency, including the dollar, can match.

When trust is lost, a nation's ability to transact business is palpably undermined.

In the absence of the gold standard, there is no way to protect savings from confiscation through inflation. There is no safe store of value.

Gold still represents the ultimate form of payment in the world. Fiat money in extremis is accepted by nobody. Gold is always accepted.

To succeed, you will soon learn, as I did, the importance of a solid foundation in the basics of education - literacy, both verbal and numerical, and communication skills.

You ought to stop everything and write the sacred-words as its flashes in your mind.

I guess that’s the beauty of books. When they finish they don’t really finish.

What makes the Arabs suitable candidates for democracy is their heritage as human beings, not their specific cultural or historical antecedents.

Everything God created was created in a seed form, small and miniature.

Mum had a job fitting upholstery into cars, but, in the evenings, she worked as a seamstress.

I deal with more practical issues of the Bible.

So many times we're portrayed in ways that we don't want to be portrayed, in ways that make us seem so ridiculous.

A real flame of love is a subtle thing. It burns as a will-o'-the-wisp, dancing onward to fairy lands of delight. It roars as a furnace. Too often jealousy is the quality upon which it feeds.

If I had not existed, someone else would have written me, Hemingway, Dostoyevsky, all of us.