Joe Biden

Let’s just be smart this time. I’m looking for smart.

When violence against women is no longer societally accepted, no longer kept secret; when everyone understands that even one case is too many. That’s when it will change.

You know we’re going to control the insurance companies.

The Middle East is hopeful. There’s hope there.

The Recovery Act is working, but it’s going to continue to work. It’s not over. A lot’s going to happen this summer. And even after the summer, there’s more to come with the act.

I support immediate financial assistance to the newly elected Palestinian president. Now, I don’t know what those numbers will be, and I don’t know how it’s going to be framed.

Art is a jealous mistress; and if a man have a genius for painting, poetry, music, architecture or philosophy, he makes a bad husband and an ill provider.

No story is the same to us after a lapse of time; or rather we who read it are no longer the same interpreters.

No real gentleman will tell the naked truth in the presence of ladies.

Don’t be too timid and squeamish about your actions. All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make the better.

Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm.

Life is what happens to you when you’re busy making other plans.

The bluebird carries the sky on his back.

Self-realization is effortless. What you are trying to find is what you already are.

We are chameleons, and our partialities and prejudices change place with an easy and blessed facility, and we are soon wonted to the change and happy in it.

All schools, all colleges, have two great functions: to confer, and to conceal, valuable knowledge. The theological knowledge which they conceal cannot justly be regarded as less valuable than that which they reveal. That is, when a man is buying a basket of strawberries it can profit him to know that the bottom half of it is rotten.

Few of us have vitality enough to make any of our instincts imperious.

Why do the words I want to say, struggle to come out of my mouth. Why does fear have such a grip over me. I shouldn’t have to battle to say all the complimentary things I so desperately want to share. It shouldn’t be this hard, that I have to force myself; it’s wrong that such loving words, should have to be spoken under such duress. I’m aware of how wrong it is, but withholding is all I have known, even though I desire so badly to share my thoughts and feelings with you, as freely as you do with me.

The only failure one should fear, is not hugging to the purpose they see as best.

There are no have-to’s, just choices.

The only thing grief as taught me is to know how shallow it is.