It’s supposed to be raining Thank Yous on Thursday, after an ingratitude draught. Also, you’d better enjoy my love while it’s fresh, before it goes rotten and I have to sell it to McDonald’s as...

Never lose hope; until your bones are rotten, never give up. Once the final whistle did not blow up, keep running hard!

The preachers and lecturers deal with men of straw, as they are men of straw themselves. Why, a free-spoken man, of sound lungs, cannot draw a long breath without causing your rotten institutions to come...

Greed is taking more than you need to feed. Avarice is hoarding, and stockpiling stolen, rotten goods.