How come you don't work fourteen hours a day? Your great-great-grandparents did. How come you only work the eight-hour day? Four guys got hanged fighting for the eight-hour day for you.

We hear the term independent contractors in Iraq. Independent contractors? Mercenaries!

Most of us have jobs that are too small for our spirits.

But once you become active in something, something happens to you. You get excited and suddenly you realize you count.

Hope never trickles down. It always springs up.

I find labels "liberal" and "conservative" of little meaning. Our language has become perverted along with the thoughts of many of us.

The issue is jobs. You can't get away from it: jobs. Having a buck or two in your pocket and feeling like somebody.