The lessons of the past are ignored and obliterated in a contemporary antagonism known as the generation gap.

A tiny and closed fraternity of privileged men, elected by no one, and enjoying a monopoly sanctioned and licensed by government.

A spirit of national masochism prevails, encouraged by an effete corps of impudent snobs who characterize themselves as intellectuals.

All sport... is one of the few activities where young people can proceed along traditional avenues, where objectives are clear, where the desire to win is not only permissible, but encouraged.

They have formed their own 4-H club - the hopeless, hysterical hypochondriacs of history.

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

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

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.

Yippies, Hippies, Yahoos, Black Panthers, lions and tigers alike - I would swap the whole damn zoo for the kind of young Americans I saw in Vietnam.