We thought we were done with these things but we were wrong. We thought, because we had power, we had wisdom.

Money is sullen And wisdom is sly, But youth is the pollen That blows through the sky And does not ask why.

I don't think I have ever really gotten Leopold Bloom's interior ramblings out of my head! I am sure that voice continues to inspire the walking consciousness in my work - that is, the way I carry on an interior monologue as I walk through this city.

You can take off your hats now, gentlemen, and I think perhaps you'd better.

As for what you're calling hard luck - well, we made New England out of it. That and codfish.

Defeat is a fact and victory can be a fact. If the idea is good, it will survive defeat, it may even survive the victory.

I had lost something in my youth and made money instead.