I had faith in Israel before it was established, I have faith in it now.

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.

Certainly, I approve of political opinions, but there are people who do not know where to stop.

Sacrifices are no sacrifices when they are repaid a thousand fold.

It takes far less courage to kill yourself than it takes to make yourself wake up one more time. It's harder to stay where you are than to get out. For everyone but you, that is.

Now, and ever, I shall do all in my power for peace, consistently with the maintenance of government.

I like my customer to be fierce.

Freedom lurked around us and I understood, at last, that he could help us be free if we would listen, that he would never be free until we did.

I smoke crack. I get all my dancers together and we do a prayer.

you ever have that feeling when you step down onto a footstep that isn't there?

We know that madness belongs to love,--what power to paint a vile object in hues of heaven.