A Quote by Milton Jones

To the man on crutches, dressed in camouflage, who stole my wallet ... you can hide but you can't run. — © Milton Jones
To the man on crutches, dressed in camouflage, who stole my wallet ... you can hide but you can't run.
If you ever meet anyone who tells you his or her religion can offer all the answers, run for the hills. Or at least hide your wallet.
It tastes like somebody stole my wallet. Ya know?
You got to hidey-hide, you got to jump and run again. You got to hide-hidey-hide, the old man is down the road.
Before he fought Billy Conn, Joe Louis said, 'He can run, but he can't hide.' That's how I feel about New York: You can run from it, but you can't hide.
There's a war going on outside no man is safe from. You can run but you can't hide forever.
Success is in the student, not in the university; greatness is in the individual, not in the library; power is in the man, not in his crutches. A great man will make opportunities, even out of the commonest and meanest situations. If a man is not superior to his education, is not larger than his crutches or his helps, if he is not greater than the means of his culture, which are but the sign-boards pointing the way to success, he will never reach greatness. Not learning, not culture alone, not helps and opportunities, but personal power and sterling integrity, make a man great.
Not only are Feiglin's people radicals and fascists but also the bearers of severe personal disturbances, which hide behind a layer of patriotic make-up under the camouflage of the Jewish faith.
A joke is a good camouflage. Next best comes sentiment... But the best camouflage of all - in my opinion - is the plain and simple truth. Because nobody ever believes it.
My interest is to point out to you that you can walk, and please throw away all those crutches. If you are really handicapped, I wouldn’t advise you to do any such thing. But you are made to feel by other people that you are handicapped so that they could sell you those crutches. Throw them away and you can walk. That’s all that I can say. ‘If I fall....’ - that is your fear. Put the crutches away, and you are not going to fall.
I believe in greater self-sufficiency. International sport is tough, no doubt, but there shouldn't be too many crutches. In most cases sports psychologists are crutches, and they tend to soften rather than harden the players.
Well, the way I see it, there are three possibilities: One, you stole it; two, you stole it; or three, you stole it!
No one on the street thought anything of the downtown girl dressed in black who had paused in the middle of midtown foot traffic. In her art student camouflage she could walk the entire length of Manhattan and, if not blend in, be classified and therefore ignored.
It's hard to dance if you just lost your wallet. Whoa Where's my wallet But, hey this song is funky.
I'll be a story in your head. That's okay. We're all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh? 'Cause it was, you know. It was the best. The daft old man who stole a magic box and ran away. Did I ever tell you that I stole it? Well I borrowed it. I was always going to take it back.
When Congress talks of tax reform, grab your wallet and run for cover.
They were trying to run, trying to hide. But the rock would not hide them; the dead tree gave no shelter.
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