Confronted with a choice, the American people would choose the policeman's truncheon over the anarchist's bomb.

If you've seen one city slum, you've seen them all.

One modest suggestion for my friends in the academic community: the next time a mob of students, waving their non-negotiable demands, starts pitching bricks and rocks at the student union- just imagine they are wearing brown shirts or white sheets- and act accordingly.

It takes quite a bit of nerve for Democrats to complain about inflation. This reminds me of germs complaining about the disease.

The student now goes to college to proclaim rather than to learn. A spirit of national masochism prevails, encouraged by an effete corps of impudent snobs who characterize themselves as intellectuals.

Yippies, Hippies, Yahoos, Black Panthers, lions and tigers alike - I would swap the whole damn zoo for the kind of young Americans I saw in Vietnam.

The President needs me at the White House. It's autumn, you know, and the leaves need raking.