Even Fools Are Right Sometimes.

There Comes Into The Life Of Every Man A Task For Which He And He Alone Is Uniquely Suited. What A Shame If That Moment Finds Him Either Unwilling Or Unprepared For That Which Would Become His Finest Hour.

I Was Born Under The Blue Ridge, And Under That Side Which Is Blue In The Evening Light, In A Wild Land Of Game And Forest And Rushing Waters.

A Love Of Tradition Has Never Weakened A Nation.

Victory Is Not Final. Defeat Is Not Failure. It's All About Courage.

The Dictator, In All His Pride, Is Held In The Grip Of His Party Machine. He Can Go Forward; He Cannot Go Back. He Must Blood His Hounds And Show Them Sport, Or Else, Like Actaeon Of Old, Be Devoured By Them. All-strong Without, He Is All-weak Within.