Pity The Meek, For They Shall Inherit

He Worked Like Hell In The Country So He Could Live In The City, Where He Worked Like Hell So He Could Live In The Country.

Life's Too Damn Funny For Me To Explain.

Poetry Is What Milton Saw When He Went Blind.

Yes, He's Got All Them Different Kinds Of Thoroughbred Blood In Him, And He's Got Other Kinds You Ain't Mentioned And That You Ain't Slick Enough To See.

An Idea Isn't Responsible For The People Who Believe In It.