We don't have the freedom of speech to talk about the weather. We have the first amendment so we can say some very controversial things.

Truth is treason in the empire of lies.

Foreign aid is taking money from the poor people of a rich country and giving it to the rich people of a poor country.

One thing is clear: The Founding Fathers never intended a nation where citizens would pay nearly half of everything they earn to the government.

During the last campaign I knew what was happening. You know, they mocked me for my foreign policy and they laughed at my monetary policy. No more. No more.

I lean toward a flat tax. But I want to make it real flat, like ZERO.

I am convinced that there are more threats to American liberty within the 10-mile radius of my office on Capitol Hill than there are on the rest of the globe.

Our Constitution, which was intended to limit government power and abuse, has failed.

It is no coincidence that the century of total war coincided with the century of central banking.

In a free society, we are supposed to know the truth. In a society where truth becomes treason, we are in big trouble.

The Founders warned that a free society depends on a virtuous and moral people. The current crisis reflects that their concerns were justified.

Life was such a precious thing, easily broken.

Sometimes, I get ideas from dreams. Often, my stories are based on adventures that I, or my friends, have actually lived.

How do you gag the voice in your head that says, 'You don't have to [do it] today. There's always tomorrow.'?

Never fly anything that doesn't have the paint worn off the rudder Pedals.

Only you can choose the nature of what grows, or what doesn't, within you.

There’s always going to be someone who is prettier than you, better than you in some way, but everyone has that something that makes them different.

I have a sense of melancholy isolation, life rapidly vanishing, all the usual things. It's very strange how often strong feelings don't seem to carry any message of action

Jeez, Claire. If I didn't love you, you'd scare me.

Don't forget to bring that little blonde haired girl along. You know the one, love to watch her jump up and down.

There is little choice in a barrel of rotten apples.