A pacifist male is a contradiction in terms. Most self-described "pacifists" are not pacific; they simply assume false colors. When the wind changes, they hoist the Jolly Roger.

Make money, lose money - who cares? The idea is to enjoy it.

My old man says when it's time to be counted, the important thing is to be man enough to stand up.

The supreme irony of life is that hardly anyone gets out of it alive.

Of all the nonsense that twists the world, the concept of 'altruism' is the worst. People do what they want to, every time. If it pains them to make a choice - if the choice looks like a 'sacrifice' - you can be sure that it is no nobler than the discomfort caused by greediness... the necessity of deciding between two things you want when you can't have both.

Spacemen - men who work in space, pilots and jetmen and astrogators and such - are men who like a few million miles of elbow room.

The power to tax, once conceded, has no limits; it continues until it destroys.