“Bigot – A person who wins an argument with a liberal.”

Barack Obama, foreign policy wizard. I just have to laugh.

Human nature fascinates me.

Even when I think I’m wrong, I’m right. I am all-knowing.

Feminism was established to allow unattractive women easier access to the mainstream.

Liberals always exempt themselves from the rules that they impose on others.

If people are violating the law by doing drugs, they ought to be accused and they ought to be convicted and they ought to be sent up.

Most of the reasons people think they can’t do something are reasons they’ve created.

I know it when I don’t know it. Sometimes I know it when I don’t think I know it. I need to trust myself in these moments, these rare moments of self-doubt.

Government stimulates the democrat party.

Liberals get credit for good intentions, and that’s about it, because everything they do fails.

Police and firefighters are great, but they don’t create wealth.

It is freedom that allows ordinary people to do extraordinary things.

Obama is a statist. He’s an authoritarian. He doesn’t want to govern; he wants to rule.

I’m not afraid of having an agenda. I do have an agenda. It’s a positive agenda.

Free speech gives us the ability to react vigorously with effective arguments and expose the weakness and misdirection of the other side’s claims.

Enraging liberals is simply one of the more enjoyable side effects of my wisdom.

The truth is always the strongest argument.

Sugar is responsible for a lot of deaths. Arguably more than crack cocaine.

The people of Nebraska are for free silver and I am for free silver. I will look up the arguments later.

I have just as many liberal ideas as I have conservative ideas that I argue with myself sometimes.

An argument fatal to the communist theory, is suggested by the fact, that a desire for property is one of the elements of our nature.

Whenever one refuses to admit such a self-evident truth, for instance, as that it is wrong to steal, don’t argue with him-search him; the reason may be found in his pocket.

At a certain age I just stopped arguing. I realized that there was no way [my father] could see, because for him to approve of what I was doing, he would have to have some belief in me as a musician.

No one in the final analysis really fails to become a Christian because of lack of arguments; he fails to become a Christian because he loves darkness rather than light and wants nothing to do with God.