America is a country that has been skating for ages on its unparalleled ability to look marvelous on the outside.
A fool and his money are soon parted. It takes creative tax laws for the rest.
I don't know if I can live on my income or not - the government won't let me try it.
Inside me there's a thin person struggling to get out, but I can usually sedate him with four or five cupcakes.
Money talks — but credit has an echo.
My mind wanders a lot, but fortunately it's too weak to go very far.
I believe in facing reality. But only because I don't like turning my back on it.
Almost any seat was comfortable at one-sixth of a gravity.
Prior to 1968, the gullible gentiles could take a one dollar Federal Reserve note into any bank in America and redeem it for a dollar which was by law a coin containing 412 12 grains of 90 per cent silver. Up until 1933, one could have redeemed the same note for a coin of 25 45ths grains of 90 per cent gold. All we do is give the goy more non-redeemable notes, or else copper slugs. But we never give them their gold and silver. Only more paper.
The toughest part was doing it in front of the world and recognizing that you had gotten to a point where if you didn't do something you were going to die.
When I can relax, and be close to the transcendental core of me, then I may behave in strange and impulsive ways in the relationship, ways I cannot justify rationally, which have nothing to do with my thought processes. But these strange behaviors turn out to be right in some odd way. At these moments it seems that my inner spirit has reached out and touched the inner spirit of the other. Our relationship transcends itself and has become something larger.