If you have spent two years in bed trying to wiggle your big toe, everything else seems easy.

We have always held to the hope, the belief, the conviction that there is a better life, a better world, beyond the horizon.

Taxes, after all, are dues that we pay for the privileges of membership in an organized society.

The hand that held the dagger has struck it into the back of its neighbor.

There is nothing so American as our national parks. The scenery and the wildlife are native. The fundamental idea behind the parks is native. It is, in brief, that the country belongs to the people, that it is in process of making for the enrichment of the lives of all of us. The parks stand as the outward symbal of the great human principle.

The fate of America cannot depend on any one man. The greatness of America is grounded in principles and not on any single personality.

The gains in education are never really lost. Books may be burned and cities sacked, but truth, like the yearning for freedom, lives in the hearts of humble men.