In every hierarchy the cream rises until it sours.

Slaves are generally expected to sing as well as to work ... I did not, when a slave, understand the deep meanings of those rude, and apparently incoherent songs. I was myself within the circle, so that I neither saw nor heard as those without might

An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.

"Every morning, I get up and look through the 'Forbes' list of the richest people in America. If I'm not there, I go to work"

He who knows, does not speak. He who speaks, does not know.

A prediction is worth twenty explanations.

Let me take you a button-hole lower.

Reality is nothing but a collective hunch.