When you come into the world you have nothing... when you leave you have nothing... and in between there's the IRS.
A fool and his money are soon parted. It takes creative tax laws for the rest.
Money talks — but credit has an echo.
Inside me there's a thin person struggling to get out, but I can usually sedate him with four or five cupcakes.
It's not that Good doesn't triumph over Evil, it's that the point spread is too small.
I don't know if I can live on my income or not - the government won't let me try it.