Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

We enjoy warmth because we have been cold. We appreciate light because we have been in darkness. By the same token, we can experience joy because we have known sadness.

There is no path to peace. Peace is the path.

There is no security on this earth; there is only opportunity.

Those who say truth is stranger than fiction have wasted their time on poorly written fiction.

I have never examined the subject of humor until now. I am surprised to find how much ground it covers. I have got its divisions and frontiers down on a piece of paper. I find it defined as a production of the brain, as the power of the brain to produce something humorous, and the capacity of percieving humor.

Everyone has a right to his own course of action.

Ambition is a dream with a V8 engine.

What then is the American, this new man? He is either an European, or the descendant of an European, hence that strange misture of blood, which you will find in no other country. I could point out to you a family whose grandfather was an englishman, whose wife was Dutch, whose son married a french woman, and whose present four sons have now four wives of different nations. He is an American.

Illegal aliens have always been a problem in the United States. Ask any Indian.