Who owns the assets of our Nation? Increasingly, foreign interests own our assets, and we owe them money. No wonder people think our country is headed in the wrong direction. It is.

One could say that Osama bin Laden and these non-nation-state fighters with religious purpose are very similar to those kind of atypical revolutionaries that helped to cast off the British crown

People who go to work every day and perform the services essential to keeping our economy functioning deserve to live above the poverty level.

I grew up in a family where our mother made our clothing. We didn't have a lot of money, so we learned how to scrimp, and we learned how to invent and to create. And those are learned skills.

People are rapidly losing hope and trust. They believe their government has been captured by special interests and no longer cares about them, and they are right.

Increasingly, Americans don't own America.

We have seen voters denied their rights in recent elections as they have been incorrectly purged from lists, their absentee votes not counted, and voting machine integrity and security not assured.

Since President Bush took office, we have lost 3 million more good jobs.

And they were quiet but their blood and nerves and butterflies were not—they were rampantly alive, rushing and thrumming in a wild and perfect melody, matched note for note.

Sacrifices will make you a martyr, victories will make you a hero.

Live with your lips pressed against your fears, kissing your fears, neither pulling back nor aggressively violating them.

Let us be dreamers, thinkers, speculative philosophers, or as our spouses would have it: Idiots

I am alone again and I want to be so; alone with the pure sky and open sea.

Orthodoxy is the ability to say two and two make five when faith requires it.

We live our lives based on who we think we are.

My views about hell are very traditional.

I don't know how to incorporate regret. But I'll say, like, "It affected me that way," "I learned this," "Next time maybe I'll do it differently".

Thoughts! what are they? They are my constant friends, who, when harsh fate its dull brow bends, uncloud me with a smiling ray, and in the depth of midnight force a day.