1970s, Remarks on pardoning Nixon (1974)
Context: My conscience tells me it is my duty, not merely to proclaim domestic tranquillity but to use every means that I have to insure it.
I do believe that the buck stops here, that I cannot rely upon public opinion polls to tell me what is right.
I do believe that right makes might and that if I am wrong, 10 angels swearing I was right would make no difference.
I do believe, with all my heart and mind and spirit, that I, not as President but as a humble servant of God, will receive justice without mercy if I fail to show mercy.
Finally, I feel that Richard Nixon and his loved ones have suffered enough and will continue to suffer, no matter what I do, no matter what we, as a great and good nation, can do together to make his goal of peace come true.
“I, Robert Joseph Dole, do solemnly swear… Sorry. Wrong speech.”
Remarks by the President and Senator Robert Dole at Presentation of Medal of Freedom to Senator Dole http://clinton6.nara.gov/1997/01/1997-01-17-president-in-dole-medal-of-freedom-presentation.html (January 17, 1997).
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From We Are Nothing But a Gaze (Ma Heech, Ma Negah); cited in: Bahiyeh Afnan Shahid (2013) Sohrab Sepehri: A Selection of Poems from the Eight, p. 16.
Quoted in: Newsweek. Vol. 145, Nr. 1-13, (2005), p. xxxv
Ashlee Simpson, on her "Saturday Night Live" performance in which a voice track was miscued, revealing that she was lip-syncing, due to what she alleged later was acid reflux.
“The four sayings that lead to wisdom:
I was wrong
I'm sorry
I don't know
I need help”
“No-one is exempt from speaking nonsense – the only misfortune is to do it solemnly.”
“No one is exempt from talking nonsense. The great misfortune is to do it solemnly.”
Introduction
One Minute Nonsense (1992)
“I would not do this. I swear I would not do this, if I could find other words in me.”
(20 December 2004)
Unfit for Mass Consumption (blog entries), 2004
Context: I'm not kidding, and I'm not being hyperbolic — sometimes I hate this thing I do more than I could ever say. Sometimes, it seems that I spend my days dragging people whose only crime is that I am their creator through the filth and pain and degradation of my own despicable imagination. Where is the good in this? Where is the resolution? Where is the sense of it? If I had even a scintilla of belief in a "higher" intelligence of any sort, days like yesterday (and, by extension, today) would, on the one hand, give me some degree of sympathy for the idiot dieties unable to craft a better universe, and, on the other hand, it makes me grateful I have no such beliefs, because the anger I would have for that "higher" whatever would be inexpressible. And I cannot imagine that there are actually people out there — self-professed "horror" writers — who are trying to elicit these emotions in others, who are purposefully driving their characters on through all the futile, dead-end nightmares that might be devised. I would not do this. I swear I would not do this, if I could find other words in me.
Part IV: Wage Rage, page 129.
Going Postal: Rage, Murder, and Rebellion, From Reagan's Workplaces to Clinton's Columbine and Beyond (2005)