Life is too tragic for sadness: Let us rejoice.
A cowboy is a hired hand on the middle of a horse contemplating the hind end of a cow.
You can't belay a man who's falling in love.
Of course I litter the public highway. Every chance I get. After all, it's not the beer cans that are ugly; it's the highway that is ugly.
What our economists call a depressed area almost always turns out to be a cleaner, freer, more livable place than most.
Capitalism: Nothing so mean could be right. Greed is the ugliest of the capital sins.