I saw a notice that said "Drink Canada Dry" and I've just started.

Critics are like eunuchs in a harem; they know how it's done, they've seen it done every day, but they're unable to do it themselves.

They took away our land, our language, and our religion; but they could never harness our tongues.

New York is my Lourdes, where I go for spiritual refreshment... a place where you're least likely to be bitten by a wild goat.

A man is fortunate if he encounters living examples of vice, as well as of virtue, to inspire him.

There's no bad publicity except an obituary.

Ah, bless you, Sister, may all your sons be bishops.