In This Life All That I Have

I Am Sick And Tired Of Publicity. I Want No More Of It. It Puts Me In A Bad Light. I Just Want To Be Forgotten.

Hell Must Be A Pretty Swell Spot, Because The Guys That Invented Religion Have Sure Been Trying Hard To Keep Everybody Else Out.

I Have Built My Organization Upon Fear.

All I Ever Did Was Supply A Demand That Was Pretty Popular.

I've Lost A Million And A Half On The Horses And Dice In The Last Two Years. And The Funny Part Is, I Still Like 'em, And If Someone Handed Me Another Million I'd Put It Right In The Nose Of Some Horse That Looked Good To Me.