Debates, I hate.
It’s no exaggeration to say that the undecideds could go one way or another.
You know I vowed when I became President not to talk about the loneliest toughest job in the world and I didn’t.
As his vice president for eight years, I learned more from Ronald Reagan than from anyone I encountered in all my years of public life.
The day will come – and it is not far off – when the legacy of Lincoln will finally be fulfilled at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, when a black man or woman will sit in the Oval Office. When that day comes, the most remarkable thing about it will be how naturally it occurs.
No, I’m not anguished and tormented.
A new breeze is blowing, and a world refreshed by freedom seems reborn; for in man’s heart, if not in fact, the day of the dictator is over. The totalitarian era is passing, its old ideas blown away like leaves from an ancient, lifeless tree.
It’s much worse to read criticism about your son than yourself.
What’s wrong with being a boring kind of guy?
I think in defeat you grope for things that are happy, and it’s hard.
We are a nation of communities… a brilliant diversity spread like stars, like a thousand points of light in a broad and peaceful sky.
History will point out some of the things I did wrong and some of the things I did right.
Every loss of life is terrible.
Losing is tough.
I don’t write letters anymore.
I know my serve stinks, but I was a pretty good tennis player.
I like a colorful sock. I’m a sock man.
I’m going to be so much better a president for having been at the CIA that you’re not going to believe it.
I’m not trying to get myself up a notch on the ladder by shoving somebody else down on the ladder, whether it’s a candidate or the president of the United States or anybody else. I just don’t believe that’s the way one oughta campaign, I’ve never done that.
I can tell you this: If I’m ever in a position to call the shots, I’m not going to rush to send somebody else’s kids into a war.
The glory of being a carrier pilot has certainly worn off.
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