We are all beggars, each in his own way.

I like criticism, but it must be my way.

I don't give a damn for a man that can only spell a word one way.

The best way to cheer yourself up is to try to cheer somebody else up.

But that's always the way; it don't make no difference whether you do right or wrong, a person's conscience ain't got no sense, and just goes for him anyway. . . . It takes up more room than all the rest of a person's insides, and yet ain't no good . . .

Yes, even I am dishonest. Not in many ways, but in some. Forty-one I think it is.