Who is the Forgotten Man? He is the clean quiet virtuous domestic citizen who pays his debts and his taxes and is never heard of out of his little circle.

Great captains of industry are as rare as great generals

If I want to be free from any other man's dictation, I must understand that I can have no other man under my control.

The type and formula of most schemes of philanthropy or humanitarianism is this: A and B put their heads together to decide what C shall be made to do for D. . . . I call C the Forgotten Man.

Undoubtedly there are, in connection with each of these things, cases of fraud, swindling, and other financial crimes; that is to say, the greed and selfishness of men are perpetual.

He who would be well taken care of must take care of himself.

If you live in a country run by committee, be on the committee.

We shall find that every effort to realize equality necessitates a sacrifice of liberty.

The State cannot get a cent for any man without taking it from some other man, and this latter must be a man who has produced and saved it. This latter is the Forgotten Man

There is no boon in nature. All the blessings we enjoy are the fruits of labor, toil, self-denial, and study.

It is the tendency of the social burdens to crush out the middle class, and to force society into an organization of only two classes, one at each social extreme.

. . . dreams are your heart's playground.

Friends may come and go but enemies accumulate.

Grief takes many forms, including the absence of grief

There are no truths outside the Gates of Eden.

When there is a fight between your heart and your head, experience has taught me that the best thing you can do is pick up your Bible and remind yourself of what God says.

Ants are the dominant insects of the world, and they've had a great impact on habitats almost all over the land surface of the world for more than 50-million years.

Apocalypse is the eye of a needle, through which we pass into a different world.

Design may be the logical solution to a problem, but it's never a formula. Design grows out of clarity of purpose.

Everything said, you couldn't hope for a nicer day to have a half dozen ex-soldiers with hunting bows relieve you of everything you owned.

It's hard as a person to just put your life out there for the world to judge. That's what music is and what you're supposed to do with the art, live and release it to the world.