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

A bank is a confidence trick. If you put up the right signs, the wizards of finance themselves will come in and ask you to take their money.

Each Australian is a Ulysses.

The French are a tremendously verbal race: they kill you with their assurances, their repetitions, their reasons, their platitudes, their formulae, their propositions, their solutions.

Money goes where money is, money yearns where money is.

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.

Ye want to tell the plain truth all your life, woman, and speak straight; otherwise ye get to seeing double.