I'll rail against what I think is wrong.

I hate elitists. I hate conceited people. I hate pompous people.

Happy birthday Obamacare! Five years ago today you came into our lives and nothing's ever been the same since! Our insurance premiums have skyrocketed and our doctor choices have plummeted.

I don't know if many people know this about me, but I have multiple sclerosis. So I don't have time for a lot of shades of gray. I don't have time for BS.

There's nothing wrong or evil about having a bad day. There's everything wrong with making others have to have it with you.

I'm not wedded to covering the markets. I'm intrigued by the markets. If I can connect Main Street with Wall Street, then I've succeeded.

I've known attractive airheads, and I've known ugly idiots.

I want teachers to teach, and I want Oreos to be eaten.

I think God is a pretty fair guy, so tithing is a pretty fair process.

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.

My dad was a big believer in treating people well, oftentimes even when he himself wasn't well.

Just watching my cats can make me happy.

I must have something to engross my thoughts, some object in life which will fill this vacuum, and prevent this sad wearing away of the heart.

Devotion to the truth is the hallmark of morality; there is no greater, nobler, more heroic form of devotion than the act of a man who assumes the responsibility of thinking.

I would prefer as a viewer to watch the mistakes. I am my own blooper reel, as it happens.

Humanity, morality, decency, might be forgotten, but codfish must still be had for the use of the faithful in Lent and on fast days.

each generation has something different at which they are all looking.

The job is nothing but a twenty-ring circus-with a whole lot of bad actors.

Wer nicht liebt Wein,Weib und Gesang, Der bleibt ein Narr sein Leben lang. Who loves not woman, wine and song Remains a fool his whole life long.

Striving to tell his woes, words would not come; For light cares speak, when mighty griefs are dumb.

Popular is not the same important, or often, not the same as good.