What happens to the country, to the world, depends on what we do with what others have left us.

There are those that look at things the way they are, and ask why? I dream of things that never were, and ask why not?

Every time you stand up for an ideal, you send forth a tiny ripple of hope.

I believe that, as long as there is plenty, poverty is evil. Government belongs wherever evil needs an adversary and there are people in distress.

There are those who look at things the way they are, and ask why... I dream of things that never were, and ask why not?

While free markets tend to democratize a society, unfettered capitalism leads invariably to corporate control of government.

Each time a man stands up for an ideal or acts to improve the lot of others or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope.

Progress is a nice word. But change is its motivator. And change has its enemies.

Too often we honor swagger and bluster and the wielders of force; too often we excuse those who are willing to build their own lives on the shattered dreams of others.

It is the essence of responsibility to put the public good ahead of personal gain

In your hands lies the future of your world and the fulfilment of the best qualities of your own spirit.

The light of our souls is never extinguished, it can never be, as the eternal one abides within each and every heart forever

I am not imposed upon by fine words

Josh Mendel has a secret. Unfortunately, everyone knows what it is.

The happiest people I know are not those who find their golden ticket; they are those who, while in pursuit of worthy goals, discover and treasure the beauty and sweetness of the everyday moments.

I'm a real sucker for guitars. I've had a crush on many, many a guitarist.

I do not worship matter; I worship the Creator of matter who became matter for my sake.

No theory of reality compatible with quantum theory can require spatially separate events to be independent.

When you raise taxes on small business, from 35% to 40%, you will kill jobs.

We’re on the moon,” Sadie murmured. “El Paso, Texas,” Bast corrected.

Neither our vices nor our virtues further the poem.