Whenever the press quits abusing me, I know I'm in the wrong pew.

An honest public servant can't become rich in politics. He can only attain greatness and satisfaction by service.

I sincerely regret the unfortunate choice of language which I used in my letter of August 29 to Congressman McDonough concerning the Marine Corps.

Work Hard. Do your best. Keep your word. Never get too big for your britches. Trust in God. Have no fear; and Never forget a friend.

My choice early in life was either to be a piano player in a whorehouse or a politician. To tell the truth, there's hardly a difference.

America was not built on fear. America was built on courage, on imagination and an unbeatable determination to do the job at hand.

Our debt to the heroic men and valiant women in the service of our country can never be repaid. They have earned our undying gratitude. America will never forget their sacrifices.

A President needs political understanding to run the government, but he may be elected without it.

Democrats work to help people who need help. That other party, they work for people who don't need help. That's all there is to it.

Everybody has the right to express what he thinks. That, of course, lets the crackpots in. But if you cannot tell a crackpot when you see one, then you ought to be taken in.

Term limits would cure both senility and seniority- both terrible legislative diseases.

You don't need to change who you are to praise the God.

You're not nothing.

You can't restore anything you've previously done, but you can face up to it. You can enlighten the reality. You can entreat forgiveness. And then let God decide and do the rest.

Do what you can, when you can.

I'm fully aware that things that resonate and become real hits are the exception to the rule, so much so that I've wired myself for failure.

Everybody wants to play his natural position and play every day, but in the world of professional sports that's not always possible.

Criticism is prejudice made plausible.

I belong wherever I want to be.

love is what we are about, my darling," she says. "Not even in death has our love faded, for I live in your veins.

This land was an enigma. It was like a horse that no one knows how to break to harness, that runs wild and kicks things to pieces.