In America today, we are nearer a final triumph over poverty than is any other land.

When we are sick, we want an uncommon doctor; when we have a construction job to do, we want an uncommon engineer, and when we are at war, we want an uncommon general. It is only when we get into politics that we are satisfied with the common man.

The only problem with capitalism is the capitalists.

Gentleman, you have come sixty days too late. The depression is over.

Every generation has the right to build its own world out of the materials of the past, cemented by the hopes of the future.

We are now speeding down the road of wasteful spending and debt, and unless we can escape we will be smashed in inflation.

An ideal is an unselfish aspiration. Its purpose is the general welfare not only of this but of future generations. It is a thing of the spirit. It is a generous and humane desire that all men may share equally in a common good. Our ideals are the cement, which binds human society.