No rich man is a patriot, no rich man is a friend. They have all only got one fatherland the Ritz-Carlton; and one friend the mistress they're promising to divorce their wives for.

It is a rule of creative ability that it does nothing of any value, while it is possessed by this afflatus of vanity.

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.

If all the rich people in the world divided up their money among themselves, there wouldn't be enough to go around.

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

A single girl must lead a double life don't you think?

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