When I no longer thrill to the first snow of the season, I'll know I'm growing old.

I want us to know our world. If I lived in North Georgia on up through the Appalachians, I would be just as crazy about the mountain laurel as I am about [Texas] bluebonnets.

I've really tried to learn the art of clothes, because you don't sell for what you're worth unless you look good.

The clash of ideas is the sound of freedom.

I love Washington, but it is a self-important town.

The environment is where we all meet; where all have a mutual interest; it is the one thing all of us share.

When I no longer thrill to the first snow of the season, I'll know I'm growing old.