There's good in everybody. Boost. Don't knock.

My once-keen analytical mind has become so dulled by endless hours of baking in the hot sun, thrashing about in tight chimneys, pulling at impossibly heavy loads, freezing my ass off.... so that now my mental state is comparable to that of a Peruvian Indian, well stoked on coca leaves.

We must proceed with a full realization that no statute enacted by man can repeal the inexorable laws of nature.

I don't know what to do or where to turn in this taxation matter. Somewhere there must be a book that tells all about it, where I could go to straighten it out in my mind. But I don't know where the book is, and maybe I couldn't read it if I found it.

I don't know much about Americanism, but it's a damn good word with which to carry an election.

The president is the cuticle of the nail bed of America: one would think pushing back makes him stronger, yet it turns out the opposite is true.

Treat your friend as if he will one day be your enemy, and your enemy as if he will one day be your friend