I was working on a flat tax proposal and accidentally proved there was no God.

Not at all similar are the race of the immortal gods and the race of men who walk upon the earth.

Marge, when I join an underground cult I expect a little support from my family.

...if fifty bands of men surrounded us/ and every sword sang for your blood,/ you could make off still with their cows and sheep.

Persuasive speech, and more persuasive sighs, Silence that spoke and eloquence of eyes.

Wine sets even a thoughtful man to singing, or sets him into softly laughing, sets him to dancing. Sometimes it tosses out a word that was better unspoken.

I'm a people person...who drinks.