āHit him again, Jack! He's crazy!ā
āAny combination of a 250-pound Mexican and LSD-25 is a potentially terminal menace for anything it can reachā
āJournalism is "a low trade and a habit worse than heroin, a strange seedy world of misfits and drunkards and failures.ā
āThere was madness in any direction, at any hour. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning.ā
āI couldn't imagine, and I don't say this with any pride, but I really couldn't imagine writing without a desperate deadline.ā
āNixon was so crooked that he needed servants to help him screw his pants on every morning.ā
āTeeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born,To signify thou camest to bite the world.ā
āI am the friend of peace and mean to preserve it for America so long as I am able. . . . No course of my choosing or of their (nations at war) will lead to war. War can come only by the wilful acts and aggressions of others.ā
āModern war is so expensive that we feel trade to be a better avenue to plunder; but modern man inherits all the innate pugnacity and all the love of glory of his ancestors.ā