Apply Truth liberally to the inflamed area.

I live by syllogisms: God is love. Love is blind. Stevie Wonder is blind. Therefore, Stevie Wonder is God. I don't know what I'd believe in if it wasn't for that.

There must be a God, because I don't know how things work.

It's the way our founding fathers would have wanted it, if they had founded corporations instead of just a country.

I like talking about people who don't have any power and it seems like some of the least powerful people in the United States are the migrant workers who come and do our work and don't have any rights as a result. And yet we still invite them to come here, and at the same time ask them to leave.

If a poor family falls on hard times in the woods, and no one is around to care, did it really happen?

Take it from me, there's nothing like a job well done, except the quiet enveloping darkness at the bottom of a bottle of Jim Beam after a job done any way at all.