War is the antithesis of all our teaching. It breaks all the commandments; it makes rich men poor, and strong men weak. It makes well men sick, and by it living men are changed to dead men.

Never retract, never explain, never apologize; get things done and let them howl.

I am a believer in women, in their ability to do things and in their influence and power. Women set the standards for the world, and it is for us, women in Canada, to set the standards high.

That seems to be the haunting fear of mankind - that the advancement of women will sometime, someway, someplace, interfere with some man's comfort.

I want to leave something behind when I go; some small legacy of truth, some word that will shine in a dark place.

Women had first to convince the world that they had souls and then that they had minds and then it came on to this matter of political entity and the end is not yet.

Never underestimate the power of a woman.

Women are going to form a chain, a greater sisterhood than the world has ever known.

Why are pencils equipped with erasers if not to correct mistakes?

No nation ever rises higher than its women.

Disturbers are never popular - nobody ever really loved an alarm clock in action, no matter how grateful he may have been afterwards for its kind services!

Serving in Congress is like having a second shot at high school.

The real lesson Orville (Redenbacher) taught me was the power of a good brand to trump all rhyme or reason in the marketplace.

Change the world today. Start with the next person you meet.

For a guy who is always banging on about the masculine virtues, Nixon had this remarkable proclivity for very dainty gestures.

It ought to be a crime for any woman to have children that writes books.

Half of the results of a good intentions are evil; half the results of an evil intention are good.

The poem in the head is always perfect. Resistance begins when you try to convert it into language.

Welcome to the Hall of Presidents.

It is slowly becoming understood that the modality of being is the modality of mind.

That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow, which I then did feel, Needs must I under my transgression bow, Unless my nerves were brass or hammered steel.