My mind wanders a lot, but fortunately it's too weak to go very far.
A fool and his money are soon parted. It takes creative tax laws for the rest.
It's not that Good doesn't triumph over Evil, it's that the point spread is too small.
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.
The Senate being tied is a start. Now, if only it could be gagged.