“There’s nineteen men livin’ in my neighborhood, Eighteen of them are fools and the one ain’t no doggone good.”

I don’t feel like it’s a wasted vote because I think it encourages more people like that to run. I vote for the candidates that aren’t bought and paid for like the Clintons.

When my bed is empty, Makes me feel awful mean and blue. My springs are getting rusty, Living single like I do.

It’s a long old road, but I know I’m gonna find the end.

I ain’t good-lookin’, but I’m somebody’s angel child.

I don’t want no drummer. I set the tempo.

I need a little sugar in my bowl and a little hot dog in my roll.

If it were not for the company of fools, a witty man would often be greatly at a loss.

The intellect is always fooled by the heart.

The heart is forever making the head its fool.

Behind the polished panelling the white ant eats away the wood. Nothing is ever quiet, except for fools

Fools ignore complexity. Pragmatists suffer it. Some can avoid it. Geniuses remove it.

If there was a fool who wanted to stand in front and break an ankle, tough luck.

O fools, awake! The rites ye sacred hold Are but a cheat contrived by men of old Who lusted after wealth and gained their lust And died in baseness-and their law is dust.

O Reason, thou (alone) speakest the truth. Then perish the fools who forged the (religious) traditions or interpreted them!