“There ain't many troubles that a man caint fixWith seven hundred dollars and a thirty ought six.”
“Six foot six he stood on the groundHe weighed two hundred and thirty-five poundsBut I saw that giant of a man brought downTo his knees by love”
“Honey, You ain't a hundred dollar bill, not everyone is going to like you.”
“Six hundred summers, she reflected.Six hundred snowy winters. Thirty-five generations of mortalhumanity. And finally, again…the sun.”
“The trouble ain't that there is too many fools, but that the lightning ain't distributed right.”
“You believe in God?" demanded Billy Karma."I believe in thirty-seven separate and distinct gods," answered Argyle proudly. "That puts me thirty-six ahead of you.""It makes you a pagan.""It makes you a man of limited vision," said Argyle.”