It was all about him.

It got so that when he closed his eyes, letters and words danced in his mind. He thought of little else during that time.

He was left a good deal to himself. He had been inclined to talkativeness, but gradually he became silent. He began to think of the difference between himself and others.

He had let himself be bulldozed by the odds against him. He promised himself never again to pay any attention to the odds, but only to the issues.

He succeeded in being considered totally uninteresting. People left him alone. And that was all he wanted.

There was so much going on, and so little he cared to know about!

[the 42-year-old said that the controversy over his potential nomination] was unfairly becoming a distraction [to the work of the incoming Trump administration]

My focus is always on that particular game and that moment. I try not to think beyond that.

The true champion of justice, if he intends to survive even for a short time, must necessarily confine himself to private life and leave politics alone.

When I'm racing, I'm thinking about my own race. I'm not thinking about anybody.

In public life ... he had but one aim — his own aggrandisement.

The head of a campaign office is just a title.

His eyes were closed, shut tight on whatever battle his common sense was conducting with his faith.

[T]he only mark-to-market thing in politics is Election Day; everything else is hot air.