But as some muskets so contrive it As oft to miss the mark they drive at, And though well aimed at dock or plover Bear wide, and kick their owners over.

While briskly to each patriot lip Walks eager round the inspiring flip; Delicious draught, whose pow'rs inherit The quintessence of public spirit!

But optics sharp it needs, I ween, To see what is not to be seen.

No man e'er felt the halter draw, With good opinion of the law.

... [They] took it upon themselves to start the laborious process of cranking up life again, after death has stopped us all in its tracks.

I also want [my kids] to always feel confident and free to be themselves.

Entrance into Heaven is not at the hour of death, but at the moment of conversion.

I didn't know anything about Silicon Valley.

A stress on the system and I think a painful thing for many young poets who are looking to find a life in poetry that they're not going to be able to find.

The IMF is the International Mafia Federation. They're the loansharks of last resort.

There's nothing like New Orleans. When it comes back, it will be a tremendous highlight for America.

Familiarity with evil breeds not contempt but acceptance.

I don't know what a shrink would call me. I don't want to know.

The large banking interests were deeply interested in the World War because of the wide opportunities for large profits.