As a father and grandfather, I have witnessed firsthand the joy of new life entering the world. I know the pain and apprehension that goes along with premature births and birth defects.

Education is the key to success in life, and teachers make a lasting impact in the lives of their students.

Teachers are our greatest public servants; they spend their lives educating our young people and shaping our Nation for tomorrow.

Supporting the troops has got to mean more than bumper stickers on pickup trucks, my friends. We need to give them what they need.

The Peace Corps is an outstanding organization that promotes peace through helping countless individuals who want to help build a better life for the community in which they serve.

Mr. Speaker, I rise today to recognize the Peace Corps as it reached its 45th anniversary on March 1, 2006.

Small businesses drive this economy and it is unacceptable that the President's budget proposal does not give them the tools they need to be successful.

Education should be one of our top funding priorities; talking about it does not help the teachers and students who desperately need promises fulfilled.

Education makes children less dependent upon others and opens doors to better jobs and career possibilities.

Education is the silver bullet to improve this Nation's standing worldwide... and our teachers know that.

To date, nearly 100,000 Hispanics have died with AIDS. Since Hispanics are the fastest growing minority group in the United States, our challenge is even greater.

We are just too busy trying to appear smart to realize how intelligent we actually are.

I wish life were a fiction novel. Then everyone would have to do what I say.

Life is meaning less when you realized that you are about to die. Till then, everything negative however trifle they may be, depress you.

I am the one constant obstacle to my own momentum.

We fill too many gutters while we argue unimportant points and confuse issues.

Yet verily these issues lie on the lap of the gods.

What must that be like? To be admired before you’ve even said a word, to be desired two or three hundred times a day by people who have absolutely no idea what you’re like?

Just another cold, misty morning inviting, "want to go again?"

When there is no place that you have decided to call your own, then no matter where you go, you are always heading home.

You can behave as badly as you like in America. Nobody notices.