Oh, you have to charge 'em, Jubal. The marks won't pay attention if it's free.

Come Judgment Day, we may find that Mumbo Jumbo the God of the Congo was the Big Boss all along.

Be wary of strong drink. It can make you shoot at tax collectors... and miss.

Never force an idea; you'll abort it if you do.

Yes, Boss?' Dorcas, the last twenty or thirty years I've been a worthless, no-good parasite.' She yawned again. 'Everybody knows that.' Nevermind the flattery. There comes a time in every man's life when he has to stop being sensible--a time to stand up and be counted--strike a blow for liberty--smite the wicked.' Ummm...' So quit yawning, the time has come.' She glanced down. 'Maybe I had better get dressed.

What are the facts? Again and again and again – what are the facts? Shun wishful thinking, ignore divine revelation, forget what “the stars foretell,” avoid opinion, care not what the neighbors think, never mind the unguessable “verdict of history” – what are the facts, and to how many decimal places? You pilot always into an unknown future; facts are your single clue. Get the facts!

Being sorry won't get you into heaven. Get happy, son. Get that old spring into your step and stay on your toes.