I've been riding on the crest of a slump lately.

The greatest consolation in life is to say what one thinks.

God sells us all things at the price of labor.

Wheels of justice grind slow but grind fine.

It's not the voting that's democracy$$$ it's the counting.

A man so painfully in love is capable of self-torture beyond belief.

Trust dies but mistrust blossoms.

They have money for war but can't feed the poor.

The writer who is a real writer is a rebel who never stops.

In Heaven$$$ it is always Autumn.