We’re simple guts with endless “buts.”
A table knife can win a wife and slice and dice a healthy life.
Nothing beats busy like hungry.
Haste lays waste to taste.
Hunger jukes; surfeit pukes.
Hunger created the shotgun — and the megaton.
Hungry worms its well-worn way to satiety.
Hunger breeds what it can’t feed.
The simple stomached are many-minded.
Blessed are the hungry for they will never be lonely.
As long as you are hungry, I am a philanthropist.