People often tell me I could be a great man. I’d rather be a good man.
I can remember playing under the big wooden desk in his office. My mother didn’t like us to chew gum, so we’d go into his office, and he’d feed us gum under the desk.
Once you run for office, you’re in it – sort of like going into the military. You’d better be damned sure it is what you want to do and that the rest of your life is set up to accommodate that. It takes a certain toll on your personality and on your family life. I’ve seen it personally.