For the masses who do the city's labor also keep the city's heart.

The devil lives in a double-shot", Roman explains himself obscurely. "I got a great worm inside. Gnaws and gnaws. Every day I drown him and every day he gnaws. Help me drown the worm, fellas.

... Chicago divided your heart. Leaving you loving the joint for keeps. Yet knowing it never can love you.

I went out there for a thousand a week, and I worked Monday, and I got fired Wednesday. The guy that hired me was out of town Tuesday.

It is strange how fragile this man-creature is.....in one second he's just garbage. Garbage, that's all.

And money can't buy everything. For example: poverty.

The hard necessity of bringing the judge on the bench down into the dock has been the peculiar responsibility of the writer in all ages of man.