A politician is the devil's quilted anvil; He fashions all sins on him, and the blows are never heard.

A politician is the devil's quilted anvil; He fashions all sins on him, and the blows are never heard.

The anvil fears no blows

There are amendments never offered, there are bills never heard, that are basically killed because of the process.

You slam a politician, you make out he's the devil, with horns and hoofs. But his wife loves him, and so did all his mistresses.

Sure I got sins. Ever'body got sins. A sin is somepin you ain't sure about. Them people that's sure about ever'thing an' ain't got no sin-- well, with that kind a son-of-a-bitch, if I was God I'd kick their ass right outa heaven! I couldn' stand 'em!