My dad is Joe Biden.

My dad is a phenomenal skier.

We are a family of skiers, and great skiers.

I know my father will be a great vice president.

Be there for Barack Obama, because our country needs him.

Families can get torn apart and never recover or they grow even closer.

We do have promises to keep. And my dad and Barack Obama are keeping them.

We'd always come into Syracuse for the Empire State Games and the stair fair.

No music can fill the gaping void ... at least in my experience only faith. Only faith.

Be there because Barack Obama and Joe Biden will deliver America the change we so desperately need.

If I'm half as good a dad to my two kids as my dad has been to me and my brother and sister, my kids will be lucky.

My mom rebuilt our family. That's why my dad spent so much time talking about my mom, who he's incredibly proud of.

Any time the other side - Karl Rove or folks on the far right - are going after my father for smiling too much, you know that's a victory.

As adults, we have a legal and moral obligation to stand up and speak out for children who are being abused - they cannot speak for themselves.

When domestic violence was often a dark secret, Dad wrote the Violence Against Women Act, which gave countless women support, protection and a new chance at life.

When crime was spiking in our communities, Dad wrote the crime bill that put 100,000 cops on the streets and led to an eight-year drop in crime across the country.

Just because you think the path that's right for you might be lonelier, longer or less destined for traditional success than paths taken by others, don't be afraid to take it. If you choose your means well you will end up in the right place.

I got off a plane today at the airbase and I met a whole bunch of military folks there waiting to see me, they all made reference to my son and his military service and expressed their condolences. And although it's still kind of an open wound, it gave me a sense of strength knowing they all meant it.

The truth is, he almost wasn't a senator at all. In 1972, shortly after his improbable victory, but before he took the oath of office, my father went to Washington to look at his new office space. My mom took us to go buy a Christmas tree. On the way home, we were in an automobile accident. My mom, Neilia, and my sister, Naomi, were killed.

In the 17 years since I graduated from this great College of Law, I have seen that, for many of us, it becomes increasingly easy to rationalize our actions in the name of expediency when facing difficult decisions-to choose a path where the ends justify the means. I want to ask you to challenge Machiavelli's philosophy. I want to humbly suggest that you be the guardians of a more complicated truth: that the means are as important-and sometimes even more important-than the ends.

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