My dad was a big believer in treating people well, oftentimes even when he himself wasn't well.

There's nothing wrong or evil about having a bad day. There's everything wrong with making others have to have it with you.

Here's a brave old reality, taxes don't go away; raising them never generates revenue, never ever ever.

We forget the little things, so it's no wonder some of us screw up the big things.

I want teachers to teach, and I want Oreos to be eaten.

Is it me, or is the government more concerned about its own tax headaches, than your tax headaches?

My dad was a big believer in treating people well, oftentimes even when he himself wasn't well.