Now listen, George, don't think about 1968. Think about 1988. You and me, we'll be dead and gone, then, George. [...] What do you want left after you, when you die? Do you want a great big marble monument that reads, 'George Wallace: He Built.' Or do you want a little piece of pine board lying across that harsh caliche soil that reads, 'George Wallace: He Hated.'

Ford's economics are the worst thing that's happened to this country since pantyhose ruined finger-fucking.

Don't spit in the soup. We've all got to eat.

I shall not seek, and I will not accept, the nomination of my party for another term as your President.

We must not permit our respect for the dead or our sympathy for part of the living to lead us into an act of injustice to the balance of the living.

Only what we have wrought into our character during life can we take away with us.

It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no …