Nature isn't hate.

I love the sound of people thinking.

This is Long Island, land of the rushed, home of the stressed.

The books. Are unhappy.

Greed is the prison of poverty.

The very essence of politeness is to take care that by our words and actions we make other people pleased with us as well as with themselves.

We need to see better to be better.

Always a trade. Always a compromise. Until there wasn't anything left to bargain with, because neither one us had any clue what to do.

Christmas is relentless. It's around the clock. I sit with my little ones in front of the TV screen, and we watch movie after movie after movie.

Watch the costs and the profits will take care of themselves.

Sure, I did a lot of things in excess. But if you look at the core, the foundation of what I pursued, what red-blooded young American male in my position wouldn't?

On trade, our hypocrisy is at its most appalling. Trade reform isn't about charity, it's about justice, and this campaign, Trade Justice is an unstoppable idea.

I sorrow that all fair things must decay.

Into the paradise of euphony, the good poet must introduce hell. Broken paradises are the only kind worth reading.