You don't have to be old in America to say of a world you lived in: That world is gone.

A speech is poetry: cadence, rhythm, imagery, sweep! A speech reminds us that words, like children, have the power to make dance the dullest beanbag of a heart.

The battle for the mind of Ronald Reagan was like the trench warfare of World War I: never have so many fought so hard for such barren terrain.

TV gives everyone an image, but radio gives birth to a million images in a million brains.

Naps are nature's way of reminding you that life is nice, like a beautiful swinging hammock strung between birth and infinity.

If you join government, calmly make your contribution and move on. Don't go along to get along; do your best and when you have to - and you will - leave, and be something else.

You don't have to be old in America to say of a world you lived in: 'that world is gone.'

Part of courage is simple consistency.

You can get so well educated in America that your thoughts become detached from common sense. You can get so complicated in your thinking that the obvious isn't real to you anymore.

I think miracles exist in part as gifts and in part as clues that there is something beyond the flat world we see.

Morals are concerned with what aids or impedes the fulfillment of basic human needs.

The human spirit carries a torch called hope.

You ought to find all your might to climb a higher height.

Government has a legitimate function, but the private sector has one too, and it is superior. In other words, people are better than institutions.

But I was also doing odd jobs around Portland, like spreading gravel and transplanting bamboo trees.

I like the way you hustle man.

Advertising is like learning - a little is a dangerous thing. If a man has not the pluck to keep on advertising, all the money he has already spent is lost.

You can have your beliefs and have your faith, but don't try to impose it one me, and vice versa.

I don't think that you can let the storms of life overwhelm you. When you do that, you are no better than the craziness that caused you to be under attack.

Time, the foe of man's dominion, Wheels around in ceaseless flight, Scattering from his hoary pinion Shades of everlasting night.

Rugby is a hooligans game played by gentlemen.