“If you have a mother-in-law with only one eye and she has it in the center of her forehead, don’t keep her in the living room.”

Education will not cure all the problems of society, but without it no cure for any problem is possible.

Of course, I may go into a strange bedroom every now and then that I don’t want you to write about, but otherwise you can write everything.

The poor suffer twice at the rioter’s hands. First, his destructive fury scars their neighborhood; second, the atmosphere of accommodation and consent is changed to one of hostility and resentment.

If we must disagree, let’s disagree without being disagreeable.

To hunger for use and to go unused is the worst hunger of all.

I will not seek, and I will not accept the nomination of my party for another term as your president.

Greater love hath no man than to attend the Episcopal Church with his wife.

You do not examine legislation in the light of the benefits it will convey if properly administered, but in the light of the wrongs it would do and the harms it would cause if improperly administered.

Let us close the springs of racial poison. Let us pray for wise and understanding hearts. Let us lay aside irrelevant differences and make our nation whole.

When the burdens of the presidency seem unusually heavy, I always remind myself it could be worse. I could be a mayor.

There are plenty of recommendations on how to get out of trouble cheaply and fast. Most of them come down to this: Deny your responsibility.

Life is never easy. There is work to be done and obligations to be met – obligations to truth, to justice, and to liberty.

If one morning I walked on top of the water across the Potomac River, the headline that afternoon would read: ‘President Can’t Swim.’

I do not find it easy to send the flower of our youth, our finest young men, into battle.

But, most of all, the Great Society is not a safe harbor, a resting place, a final objective, a finished work. It is a challenge constantly renewed, beckoning us toward a destiny where the meaning of our lives matches the marvelous products of our labor.

At times history and fate meet at a single time in a single place to shape a turning point in man’s unending search for freedom.

Let us go forward in peace, our eyes upon heaven, the only one goal of our labors.

Remember that nothing is small in the eyes of God. Do all that you do with love.

The story of life is quicker then the blink of an eye, the story of love is hello, goodbye.

There are accents in the eye which are not on the tongue, and more tales come from pale lips than can enter an ear. It is both the grandeur and the pain of the remoter moods that they avoid the pathway of sound.

Let’s close our eyes and chase the dreams the world insists are out of reach.

The same eye cannot both look up to heaven and down to earth.

And here I am, dying in my bed, like cattle die. May the eyes of cowards never sleep.

Oh every time I close my eyes I see my name in shining lights.