“Litigation: A form of hell whereby money is transferred from the pockets of the proletariat to that of lawyers.”

If there’s anything mean in a feller, a litter authority will bring it out.

A loafer always has the correct time.

If at first you do succeed don’t take any more chances.

There isn’t much to be seen in a little town, but what you hear makes up for it.

Only one fellow in ten thousand understands the currency question, and we meet him every day.

We’d all like to vote for the best man but he’s never a candidate.

Nobody kicks on being interrupted if it’s by applause.

A friend that ain’t in need is a friend indeed.

I’m sorry to inform you that your 50 year warranty has expired on your back, knees, and memory.

Lots of fellows think a home is only good to borrow money on.

Now and then an innocent man is sent to the legislature.

Folks that blurt out just what they think wouldn’t be so bad if they thought.

No matter how much strong black coffee we drink, almost any after- dinner speech will counteract it.

As to those who hoard gold and silver and spend it not in God’s path, give them, then, the tidings of a painful agony.

Don’t a fellow feel good after he gets out of a store where he nearly bought something.

Nothing’s as mean as giving a little child something useful for Christmas.

The internet is changing all forms of communication, and this definitely includes political communication.

Evil is a form of incompetence.

Let not any one pacify his conscience by the delusion that he can do no harm if he takes no part, and forms no opinion. Bad men need nothing more to compass their ends, than that good men should look on and do nothing.

A sweaty Macbeth with blood on his arms coming in fresh from the battle doesn’t interest me.

Range is of the ego, form is of the soul.

I love that form very much because the reader is so familiar with all of the types of characters that are in there that they already identify with the book.

Finally, the scariest thing about abuse of any shape or form, is, in my opinion, not the abuse itself, but that if it continues it can begin to feel commonplace and eventually acceptable.

Art comes out of art; it begins with imitation, often in the form of parody, and it’s in the process of imitating the voice of others that one comes to learn the sound of one’s own.