I Am Not Invested With

The Maxim, "nothing Prevails But Perfection," May Be Spelled Paralysis.

Politics Is Like Waking Up In The Morning. You Never Know Whose Head You'll Find On The Pillow.

If This Long Island Story Of Ours Is To End At Last, Let It End Only When Each One Of Us Lies, Choking In His Own Blood Upon The Ground.

We Must Build A Kind Of United States Of Europe.

You Have Enemies? Good. That Means You've Stood Up For Something, Sometime In Your Life.