“Those who corrupt the public mind are just as evil as those who steal from the public purse.”

He who slings mud generally loses ground.

In America any boy may become President, and I suppose it’s just one of the risks he takes.

You know, you really can’t beat a household commodity

Man has wrested from nature the power to make the world a desert or make the deserts bloom.

The best reason I can think of for not running for President of the United States is that you have to shave twice a day.

Then mount the stump and make a speech for conservation.

But I am now seasoned enough to have learned that the hardest thing about any political campaign is how to win without proving that you are unworthy of winning.

And now in the serenity and quiet of this lovely place, touch the depths of truth, feel the hem of Heaven.

Public confidence in the integrity of the Government is indispensable to faith in democracy

Not to destroy but to construct

That which seems the height of absurdity in one generation often becomes the height of wisdom in another.

I have tried to talk about the issues in this campaign… a

Dependent on its vulnerable reserves of air and soil

And this has sometimes been a lonely road, because I never meet anybody coming the other way.

Freedom is not an ideal

I believe that if we really want human brotherhood to spread and increase until it makes life safe and sane

The opposite of bad is not good.The opposite of bad is love

Desire reveals design, and design reveals destiny.

Even wisdom has to yield to self-interest.

Habits eat good intentions for breakfast.

They ignore what is deep and true to a man’s heart, his real passions, and simply try to shape him up through various forms of pressure.

Whatever’s happening today, remember it is only ONE SCENE in a long movie. Don’t treat it like it’s the whole story. Keep writing the story.

What is reality? The answer Jesus gives to this question is: God and his kingdom. That is what you can count on and what you have to come to terms with.

But I was only a chaotic walker, nobody could stop me; even a totalitarian state was not able to control my daydreams, my poetic fascinations, the pattern of my walking.