My father would invite me sweetly to come and sit on a stool at his feet, and, as I let myself trustingly down, he would gently kick the seat from under me - and laugh.

The spirit of graft and of lawlessness is the American spirit.

My father required me to honor my father and my mother too much to put up games on them. I did on occasion.

You can't control a young horse unless you control yourself.

One improvement I have learned from my childhood experience with my father: I do not threaten punishment in the morning. That was awful. Late into the night I would lie awake tossing and wondering what he was going to do to me. Usually he did nothing. A quiet, impressive 'talking to' was all I got.

We know that there is no absolute knowledge, that there are only theories; but we forget this. The better educated we are, the harder we believe in axioms.

The doctrine of Jesus is the most revolutionary propaganda that I have ever encountered.