Chestnut brown canary, ruby throated sparrow, sing a song, don't be long, thrill me to the marrow.
Jerkery knows no financial pedigree.
I hate elitists. I hate conceited people. I hate pompous people.
We're teaching our kids that attributes as vague and relatively meaningless as a toothy smile or a fine head of hair make a fine statement about a person.
Here's a brave old reality, taxes don't go away; raising them never generates revenue, never ever ever.
The good thing about having this illness is that it allows me to be a little bit crazy.
The argument that the countries use for the sheer increase in Muslim doctors is the sheer increase in the Muslim population. In for example Birmingham, England where a lot of these guys came from, where one of these plots was hatched, it's up to 30% of the population. Maybe that's the problem?
I knew immediately something was terribly wrong, but you can know that and not allow the thought in your head, at the front of your head. It dances around at the back, where it can't be controlled. But the front of the head is where the pain begins.
There are different views about what's good for our country, our economy, and our leadership in the world.
If you have superpowers and no one can actually cause you any physical harm, then everything has to be very thought-through. You almost have to fake at being human.
Sigma Chi, more than anything else, got me involved with the people who knew how to study, and they helped me. I learned from them. The Norman Shield is still quite applicable now.