Like a bird singing in the rain, let grateful memories survive in time of sorrow.

It is one thing to mortify curiosity, another to conquer it.

I've a grand memory for forgetting.

Politics is perhaps the only profession for which no preparation is thought necessary.

I've had an ambition to be somebody since I was 13 years old because I wanted to help my family. I wanted to hurry and grow up so I could make enough money to buy my father a big car and my mother a beautiful home with an electric washing machine and all those things she used to see in the newspapers.

Dartmouth is such a special college with its rich history, dedicated student body, and, as I've been learning more recently, colorful customs.

I hadn't learned to read by third grade, which wasn't unusual for some kids. I knew something was wrong because I couldn't see or understand the words the way the other kids did. I wasn't the least bit bothered - until I was sent back to the second-grade classroom for reading help after school.

What kind of country just recycles its old money, reminisces about what used to be, and doesn't know how to weld, to machine, to cast or to bolt things together? Not one that's on a path to future greatness, that's for certain.