There's No Bad Publicity Except An Obituary.

I Ruined My Health Drinking To Other People's.

The Bible Was A Consolation To A Fellow Alone In The Old Cell. The Lovely Thin Paper With A Bit Of Matress Stuffing In It, If You Could Get A Match, Was As Good A Smoke As I Ever Tasted.

New York Is My Lourdes, Where I Go For Spiritual Refreshment... A Place Where You're Least Likely To Be Bitten By A Wild Goat.

Other People Have A Nationality. The Irish And The Jews Have A Psychosis.

A General And A Bit Of Shooting Makes You Forget Your Troubles ... It Takes Your Mind Off The Cost Of Living.