The fireworks begin today. Each diploma is a lighted match. Each one of you is a fuse.

I was drafted into the Army when I was 19 and came out at age 22. Most people that I knew didn't think they'd come home alive. I didn't think I would either, so I was happy when I did.

I have a social life. But I don't discuss it.

The most guileful amongst the reporters are those who appear friendly and smile and seem to be supportive. They are the ones who will seek to gut you on every occasion.

Like many others, I'm deeply sympathetic to the huge numbers of people looking to come here today to escape suffering and poverty in their own lands. But as a country, we cannot afford to have a total open-door policy without any restrictions on entry.

I probably have another two or three years. Or I can pass tomorrow, but it doesn't make a difference to me.

In action be primitive; in foresight, a strategist.