agony sometimes changes form but it never ceases for anybody.

When you play the field selfishly everything works against you: one can’t insist on love or demand affection. you’re finally left with whatever you have been willing to give which often is: nothing.

If you want to know who your friends are, get yourself a jail sentence.

Never bring a lot of money to where a poor man lives. He can only lose what little he has. On the other hand it is mathematically possible that he might win whatever you bring with you. What you must do, with money and the poor, is never let them get too close to one another.

they thought I had guts they were wrong I was only frightened of more important things

All a guy needed was a chance. Somebody was alway controlling who got a chance and who didn't.

places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you notice that?