“The bud of victory is always in the truth.”

Will it not be wise to allow the friendship between nations to rest upon deep and permanent things? Irritations of the cuticle must not be confounded with heart failure.

I pity the man who wants a coat so cheap that the man or woman who produces the cloth will starve in the process.

Prayer steadies one when he is walking in slippery places – even if things asked for are not given.

The evil works from a bad center both ways. It demoralizes those who practice it and destroys the faith of those who suffer by it in the efficiency of the law as a safe protector

When and under what conditions is the black man to have a free ballot? When is he in fact to have those full civil rights which have so long been his in law?

Sir, I wish to understand the true principles of the Government. I wish them carried out. I ask nothing more.

God forbid that the day should ever come when, in the American mind, the thought of man as a consumer shall submerge the old American thought of man as a creature of God, endowed with unalienable rights.

It is often easier to assemble armies than it is to assemble army revenues.

We Americans have no commission from God to police the world.

I am thorough believer in the American test of character. He will not build high who does not build for himself.

Great lives never go out; they go on.

I knew that my staying up would not change the election result if I were defeated, while if elected I had a hard day ahead of me. So I thought a night’s rest was best in any event.

I’d rather have a bullet inside of me than to be living in constant dread of one.

That one flag encircles us with its folds today, the unrivaled object of our loyal love.

Have you not learned that not stocks or bonds or stately houses, or products of the mill or field are our country? It is a spiritual thought that is in our minds.

If you take out of your statutes, your constitution, your family life all that is taken from the Sacred Book, what would there be left to bind society together?

All day long you see those commercials: ‘Here’s Your Brain, Just Say No’…and the next commercial is: ‘This Bud’s For You.’

And he nipped them in the bud, right at the end

He’s going on and on and on, and finally he stops. It’s just total horror, and the camera’s still rolling. You can hear it, sort of a grinding noise. And the director says, “Anything else, Bud?”

The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flow’r. Blind unbelief is sure to err And scan His work in vain; God is His own interpreter, And He will make it plain.

The principle of order in me, around me, and in the world… I would watch the buds swell in spring, the mica glint in the granite, my own hands, and I would say to myself: “I will understand this, too, I will understand everything.

The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.

The candle-buds opened their wide white flowers….Their scent spilled out into the air and took possession of the island.

How many thorns of human nature are bristling conceits, buds of promise grown sharp for want of congenial climate.