My mind wanders a lot, but fortunately it's too weak to go very far.
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.
Money talks — but credit has an echo.
When you come into the world you have nothing... when you leave you have nothing... and in between there's the IRS.