Values will be adjusted, and enterprising people will pick up the wrecks from less competent people.

Prosperity of the middling and lower orders depends upon the fortunes and light taxes of the rich.

If the spirit of business adventure is dulled, this country will cease to hold the foremost position in the world.

There is no cause to worry. The high tide of prosperity will continue.

I see nothing in the present situation that is either menacing or warrants pessimism.

Every man wants to connect his life with something he thinks eternal.

A nation is not in danger of financial disaster merely because it owes itself money.

Give tax breaks to large corporations, so that money can trickle down to the general public, in the form of extra jobs.

The history of taxation shows that taxes which are inherently excessive are not paid. The high rates inevitably put pressure upon the taxpayer to withdraw his capital from productive business.

Strong men have sound ideas and the force to make these ideas effective.

A balanced program for tax reform based upon the common sense idea of lowering taxes out of surplus revenues.

When you choose your own way, you lose your happiness

People of color are allowed, even required to perform, and, especially these days on issues of race, to edify as well. 'Here you are, now entertain us'. But are we allowed to lead?

Be you. It's life's best offer to others.

You said your mom is the goddess of balance, " I reminded him. "The minor gods deserve better, Ethan, but total destruction isn't balance. Kronos doesn't build. He only destroys.

Success hath made me wanton.

I was the one who changed, it wasn't fashion. I was the one who was in fashion.

If you have worry, you don't have faith, and if you have faith, you don't have worry.

You know sometimes you're in a position of risk and you feel that you can turn good or bad.

Increasingly, editing means going to lunch. It means editing with a credit card, not with a pencil.

How Time doth lash us with sharp pains, Set loose our teeth, snatch wisps of hair, dim eyes -- And finally bend our backs toward earth To find the fittest place for burial.