The white man in the tropics degenerates every day.

Money has no country.

You want to be free and break new ground, speak your mind, fear no man, have the neighbours acknowledge that you're a good man; and at the same time you want to be a success, make money, join the country club, get the votes and kick the other man in the teeth and off the ladder.

The white man in the tropics degenerates every day.

It's fine to be a great democrat when you've a slave to rub your boots on.

It's easy to make money. You put up the sign Bank and someone walks in and hands you his money. The façade is everything.

I do not want to go to heaven; I want my children, forever children, and other children, stalwart adults, and a good happy wife, that is all I ask, but not paradise; earth is good enough for me: it is because I believe earth is heaven, Naden, that I can overcome all my troubles and face down my enemies.