When The Burdens Of The Presidency Seem

I Wake Up 5 A.m. Some Mornings And Hear The Planes Coming In At National Airport And I Think They Are Bombing Me.

...that Though They May Refuse To Grow Wise, They Must Inevitably Grow Old; ...that The Proper Solaces Of Age Are Not Music And Compliments, But Wisdom And Devotion; That Those Who Are So Unwilling To Quit The World Will Soon Be Driven From It; And That It Is Therefore In Their Interest To Retire While There Yet Remain A Few Hours Of Nobler Employments.

The Noblest Search Is The Search For Excellence.

Come Now. Let Us Reason Together.

I Won't Have You Electioneering On My Doorstep. Every Time You Get In Trouble In Parliament You Run Over Here With Your Shirttail Hanging Out.