Everyone likes the obscene; that is real life.

And gold has no name, it licks the hand of anyone who has it: good dog!

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.

There'll be no sense in sexual theories until women start telling their minds; and, of course, until they have some.

I know your breed; all your fine officials debauch the younger girls who are afraid to lose their jobs: that's as old as Washington.

Each Australian is a Ulysses.

Anyone would think a thin stick like me, weak and miserable, would go down with everything: do you think I get more than my old cough every winter? I bet I live till ninety, with all my aches and pains. To think that's fifty more years of the Great-I-Am.