There is only one way to kill capitalism - by taxes, taxes, and more taxes.
A dishonest man spreads strife, and a whisperer separates close friends.
If I could lick the sunset, I'll bet it would taste like Neapolitan ice cream.
No man is lonely eating spaghetti; it requires so much attention.
A friend is one who believes in you when you have ceased to believe in yourself.
When my father didn't have my hand, he had my back.