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.

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.

Everyone likes the obscene; that is real life.

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

A mother! What are we worth really? They all grow up whether you look after them or not.

money that is in billions and monopolies isn't money at all, because the people have none, and money is democratic, everyone has to have some or there's none at all.

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.