When I was a boy we didn't wake up with Vietnam and have Cyprus for lunch and the Congo for dinner.

But, most of all, the Great Society is not a safe harbor, a resting place, a final objective, a finished work. It is a challenge constantly renewed, beckoning us toward a destiny where the meaning of our lives matches the marvelous products of our labor.

I wake up 5 a.m. some mornings and hear the planes coming in at National Airport and I think they are bombing me.

I believe we can continue the Great Society while we fight in Vietnam.

The noblest search is the search for excellence.

If we are to live together in peace, we must come to know each other better.

If there is one word that describes our form of society in America, it may be the word-voluntary.