Dad was the only adult male I ever trusted. – Michael Reagan
I think he would have been proud and smiling… when we laid him to rest because his family was together. I think that was a great gift to be able to give Dad at the end. – Michael Reagan
Dad sometimes patted me on the knee and called me his Little Schmuck. – Michael Reagan
Because of my father, we are that Shining City on a Hill. – Michael Reagan
There is a homely directness about these rustic apothegms which makes them far more palatable than the strained and sophisticated epigrams of the characters of Oscar Wilde’s plays, who are ever striving strenuously to dazzle us with verbal pyrotechnics. – Brander Matthews, “American Aphorisms,” Harper’s Magazine, November 1915,