It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who has given us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier, who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protester to burn the flag.

The imprint of the father, remains forever on the life of the child.

Why do they call it proctology? Is it because analogy was already taken?

Best friends are like diamonds, precious and rare. False friends are like leaves, found everywhere.

It wouldn't take us long to discover the substance of that dream. It is found in those majestic words of the Declaration of Independence, words lifted to cosmic proportions: We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by God, Creator, with certain inalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness. This is a dream. It's a great dream.

Democracy is not freedom. Democracy is two wolves and a lamb voting on what to eat for lunch.

A good friend helps you up when you fall, a best friend laughs in your face and trips you again.