It may be the rooster that does all the crowing but it's the hen that delivers the goods.

The middle of the road is for yellow lines and dead armadillos.

The opposite for courage is not cowardice, it is conformity. Even a dead fish can go with the flow.

The issue isn't just jobs. Even slaves had jobs. The issue is wages.

Populism is not a style, it's a people's rebellion against the iron grip that big corporations have on our country - including our economy, government, media, and environment.

The corporations don't have to lobby the government anymore. They are the government.

Some people say we need a third party. I wish we had a second one.

Even a dead fish can go with the flow.

Do something. If it doesn't work, do something else. No idea is too crazy.

Like NASCAR race drivers or PGA golfers, why not require each of the [US presidential] candidates to cover their clothing, briefcases and staff with the logo patches of their corporate sponsors?

The only difference between a pigeon and the American farmer today is that a pigeon can still make a deposit on a John Deere.

Wisdom is the principal thing. The principle to discover the principal thing is "the fear of the Lord". Fear God and be wise.

Poe wrote like a drunkard and a man who is not accustomed to pay his debts.

Anybody can get worked up, if they have the intention. It's peacefulness that is hard to come by on purpose.

We're gonna try and bring on all the different aspects of horror movie making and bring on guests and show all these old '50's B movies. Not the real corny ones, the real cool ones.

Even in our democratic New England towns the accidental possession of wealth, and its manifestation in dress and equipage alone, obtain for the possessor almost universal respect.

It's amazing how much punishment we can take.

My stories run up and bite me on the leg - I respond by writing down everything that goes on during the bite. When I finish, the idea lets go and runs off.

A nation of shopkeepers are very seldom so disinterested.

Remember the story of the Spanish prisoner. For many years he was confined in a dungeon... One day it occurred to him to push the door of his cell. It was open; and it had never been locked.