“The Working Man’s Creed: “A short day is better than a short dollar” .”

We go to war only to make peace. We never went to war with any other design. We carry the national conscience wherever we go.

We cannot gamble with anything so sacred as money.

The American flag has not been planted on foreign soil to acquire more territory but for humanity’s sake.

The liberty to make our laws does not give us the freedom nor the license to break our laws!

Half-heartedness never won a battle.

That’s all a man can hope for during his lifetime – to set an example – and when he is dead, to be an inspiration for history.

The free man cannot be long an ignorant man.

Cuba ought to be free and independent, and the government should be turned over to the Cuban people.

Our past has gone into history.

Honesty, capacity, and industry are nowhere more indispensable than in public employment.

Let us ever remember that our interest is in concord, not in conflict; and that our real eminence rests in the victories of peace, not those of war.

I do not prize the word cheap. It is not a word of inspiration. It is the badge of poverty, the signal of distress. Cheap merchandise means cheap men and cheap men mean a cheap country.

I am for America because America is for the common people.

The path of progress is seldom smooth. New things are often found hard to do. Our fathers found them so. We find them so. But are we not made better for the effort and sacrifice?

We need Hawaii just as much and a good deal more than we did California. It is manifest destiny.

In the time of darkest defeat, victory may be nearest.

I search for comedy scripts / I watch happy shows / In hopes that laughter will be the remedy I end my day with.

He did say I fascinated him, but he really should have clarified to me that I was just the fascination for the day.

They hit like waves, the memories of those old summer days. Memories you’d have thought to erase, but they crash ashore without haste.

And the day fell into night but you’re still my brightest light.

The day we run out of petrol is the day Iran will be free.

If any one dares today I am in pain.

Sincerity is the key which will open the door through which you will see your separate parts, and you will see something quite new. You must go on trying to be sincere. Each day you put on a mask, and you must take it off little by little.

Come crawl atop me and we will spend the daylight buried in kisses.