All quiet along the Potomac to-night, no sound save the rush of the river, while soft falls the dew on the face of the dead, the picket's off duty forever.

All quiet along the Potomac they say Except now and then a stray picket Is shot as he walks on his beat, to and fro, By a rifleman hid in the thicket.

Art thou a pen, whose task shall be To drown in ink What writers think? Oh, wisely write, That pages white Be not the worse for ink and thee.

I like to exercise in the morning before work. It puts me in a good mood, which makes my coworkers happy, and jump-starts my brain, which makes me happy.

The expansion and sophistication of transnational crime represents one of the most dangerous threats we confront in the next millennium.

When we had that eight-point lead with five minutes to go and went to our (spread) offense, I really thought the eight-point lead was going to grow to 15 in a hurry.