There's nothing so obscene and depressing as an American Christmas.

Some lives are tragic, some ridiculous. Most are both at once.

If, as some say, evil lies in the hearts and not the institutions of men, then there's hardly a distinction worth making between, say, Hitler's Germany and Rebecca's Sunnybrook Farm.

The night I filled an inside straight: Even a blind hog's gonna root up an acorn once in a while.

There's nothing so obscene and depressing as an American Christmas.

Anarchism? You bet your sweet betsy. The only cure for the ills of democracy is more democracy. Much more.

Sentiment without action is the ruin of the soul.