I am free to confess that I am disappointed with the Yosemite valley. It seems only about one-half as grand as the American Fork canyon.

I am always pleased when I have the opportunity of meeting with the Latter-day Saints in any of their gatherings.

I am ashamed of confessing that I have nothing to confess.

There was a prison uprising at Alcatraz, and I drove the Marines over there in a landing craft to quell the riot. I am the only serviceman I know with an American Theatre ribbon.

I am not an American; I am the American.

I am an American in every fiber of my body and in every heartbeat.