Then There's The Joy Of

The Challenge We Now Face Is To Build On The Record Of The Past, To Continue Accepting New Responsibilities And Seeking New Opportunities To Serve.

When I No Longer Thrill To The First Snow Of The Season, I'll Know I'm Growing Old.

It's Odd That You Can Get So Anesthetized By Your Own Pain Or Your Own Problem That You Don't Quite Fully Share The Hell Of Someone Close To You.

The Clash Of Ideas Is The Sound Of Freedom.

I Love Washington, But It Is A Self-important Town.