The gun goes off and everthing changes. . . the world changes. . . and nothing else really matters.
Altruism is selfishness out with a pair of field glasses and imagination.
No rich man is a patriot, no rich man is a friend. They have all only got one fatherland the Ritz-Carlton; and one friend the mistress they're promising to divorce their wives for.
If all the rich people in the world divided up their money among themselves, there wouldn't be enough to go around.
The waste, the insane freaks of these money men, the cynicism and egotism of their life. . . I'll show that they are not brilliant, not romantic, not delightful, not intelligent.
When people are collecting gold they aren't doing business. . . . Gold is constipation: even bankruptcy is more fluid. Gold isn't wealth: positions in markets are wealth.
Each Australian is a Ulysses.
A creator is so completely contemporary that he has the appearance of being ahead of his generation.
His bondage had softened him. Irresponsibility had weakened him. He had forgotten how to shift for himself. The night yawned about him.
The silence in the room had width, height, depth, mass and substance.
Our ignorance is not so vast as our failure to use what we know.