A hangover is the wrath of grapes.
I had a tumor. But it was great.
He's as nutty as a vegan T-bone.
I have a sordid past.
I hardly see myself as a futurist.
People hate people, not freedom.
Sweetest smile is made saddest tear-drop!
Custom reconciles us to everything.
Falsehood is a perennial spring.
History is the preceptor of prudence, not principles.
The other thing that happened in 1883 was my reading of Thoreau's Walden.
Exaggeration misleads the credulous and offends the perceptive.
I'm nobody, who are you?
The walls are the publishers of the poor.
A man by himself is in bad company.
It is not the answer that enlightens, but the question.
Gossip is the opiate of the oppressed.
It's in my wheelhouse to be creepy, as a person.
Begin with another's to end with your own.
Don't pretend to be a journalist if you're not a journalist.
I'm the best there is, the best there was, and the best there ever will be.
