You Campaign In Poetry. You Govern In

The Problems Of A Retired Schoolteacher In Duluth Are Our Problems. That The Future Of The Child In Buffalo Is Our Future. That The Struggle Of A Disabled Man In Boston To Survive And Live Decently Is Our Struggle. That The Hunger Of A Woman In Little Rock Is Our Hunger. That The Failure Anywhere To Provide What Reasonably We Might To Avoid Pain Is Our Failure.

I Said I Didn't Want To Run For President. I Didn't Ask You To Believe Me.

I Have Heard The Critics. What They Are Spewing Are Lies, Nothing More. My Defense Policy Calls For An Efficient And Strong Military For Our Country. We Live In Dangerous Times, But We Must Remember That We Have To Defend The United States Against Dangerous And Modern Threats. The Cold War Is Ending. Defense Hawks Like Senator Nunn Need To Understand This.

There Are Some Who Ask Us To Believe That If We Want The Best Of Times For Ourselves, The Fit And The Fortunate, Then We'll Just Have To Learn To Live With The Worst Of Times For Millions Of Other Americans - That We're Doomed To Be A Nation Of The Lucky And The Left-out. I Don't Believe It. My Mother Didn't Believe It. Your Ancestors Didn't Believe It. And I Don't Think You Should Believe It.

I Told Them That My Grandfather Had Died In The Great Crash Of 1929 - A Stockbroker Jumped Out Of A Window And Crushed Him And His Pushcart Down Below.