I apologize for lying to you. I promise I won't deceive you except in matters of this sort.

Sometimes it appears that we're reaching a period when our senses and our minds will no longer respond to moderate stimulation. We seem to be approaching an Age of the Gross. Persuasion through speeches and books is too often discarded for disruptive demonstrations aimed at bludgeoning the unconvinced into action.

One modest suggestion for my friends in the academic community: the next time a mob of students, waving their non-negotiable demands, starts pitching bricks and rocks at the student union- just imagine they are wearing brown shirts or white sheets- and act accordingly.

The United States, for all its faults, is till the greatest nation in the country.

I didn't say I wouldn't go into ghetto areas. I've been in many of them and to some extent I would say this if you've seen one city slum, you've seen them all.

And the American people should be made aware of the trend toward the monopolization of the great public information vehicles and the concentration of more and more power in fewer and fewer hands.

Perhaps the place to start looking for a credibility gap is not in the offices of the Government in Washington but in the studios of the networks in New York!

All the Chicago demonstrators wanted to do was to sleep in the park and kick policemen with razor blades in their shoes.

An intellectual is a man who doesn't know how to park a bike.

I have often been accused of putting my foot in my mouth, but I will never put my hand in your pockets

A narrow and distorted picture of America often emerges from the televised news. A single dramatic piece of the mosaic becomes, in the minds of millions, the entire picture.

Listening to Democrats complain about inflation is like listening to germs complain about disease.

The student now goes to college to proclaim rather than to learn. A spirit of national masochism prevails, encouraged by an effete corps of impudent snobs who characterize themselves as intellectuals.

The President needs me at the White House. It's autumn, you know, and the leaves need raking.

Confronted with a choice, the American people would choose the policeman's truncheon over the anarchist's bomb.

The era of appeasement must come to an end. The political and social demands that dissidents are making of the universities do not flow from sound basic educational criteria, but from strategic considerations on how to radicalize the student body, polarize the campus and extend the privileged enclaves of student power.