“Things are not as bad as they seem. They are worse.”

Lobbying is the world’s second – oldest profession.

Childbirth is no more a miracle then eating food and a turd coming out of your ass.

I don’t know….Are we the only ones who are brave on the planet? I mean, all the brave people live here I mean, it’s just stupid, I think. I’m embarrassed, I’m embarrassed every time I hear it.

I think we ought to call (Republicans who sign the Norquist no tax pledge) exactly what they are – they are traitors and they don’t deserve to hold elective office in this country.

Here is one of the first rules of politics: it’s not enough that I do well; I must also destroy my enemy.

The solidarity – now, you can’t challenge [Donald Trump] until he gets there [White House], but let me tell you, we are united. We are going to do our job.

In FY 2006, interest payments alone on the national debt cost us $406 billion. . . . What a waste. . . .

In politics there are no principles, just opportunities

That $406 billion is pathetically squandered on interest, just because we lacked the discipline to pay our bills when due.

I think Joe [Madison] is right. What we have to do is call him out on every one of these things and then maybe somebody will take the sweet machine away from him.

The story of Joseph in Egypt and of the seven fat and the seven lean years has passed into the homely wisdom of the ages; but our economic thinking seems to have lost contact with so simple and basic approach to prudent management of a nations welfare.

I know that communism never worked and I would have disliked living under it myself but none the less it seems that there was a kind of sadness in the thought that the only economic system that appeared to work was one based on self interest and greed.

I have to tell you I never in my life anticipated getting this old, this fast. It seems as if I were 25 just a few days ago.

What you see and what you hear on YouTube and the News and all that, it’s not what it looks like, it’s not what it seems, it’s not what it is. Most of the time when you look at somebody off of an image they’ve built, it’s the exact reversal of whatever that image is.

We seem to be afflicted by a widespread and eroding reluctance to take any stand on any values, moral, behavioral or esthetic.

There is, it seems, an unbridgeable chasm between the concerns of a Sri Aurobindo and a Pat Robertson.

Now there is a new group every week; it seems like everybody and anybody can get into the charts.

However far back I go into my childhood, nothing seems to me more characteristic of, or more familiar in, my interior economy than the appetite or irresistible demand for some ‘Unique all-sufficing and necessary reality.’