Silence isn't golden. It's yellow.

I wish we lived in the day where you could challenge a person to a duel.

It is the soldier who salutes the flag, serves beneath the flag, whose coffin is draped by the flag, who gives that protester the freedom to abuse and burn that flag.

I truly believe that at times like this, silence is not golden. It is yellow.

I can remember that little thrill - that little shiver of excitement - when the Opry audience would encore a person because that person had touched them so.

You won't find average Americans on the left or on the right. You'll find them at Kmart.

Will someone please explain to me the logic that says we can trust someone with a Boeing 747 in bad weather, but not with a Glock 9mm?