“It’s perversion. Don’t you see what it is? It’s not natural. To go to great expense for something you want, that’s natural. To reach out to take it, that’s human, that’s natural.”

But to get your pleasure from not taking, from cheating yourself deliberately like my brother did today, from not getting, from not taking.

I’ll kill you with my own hands rather than let you put the mark of Cain on my brother!

Money has no moral opinions.

I don’t take no dive for nobody. Whaddya think I am, a tanker!

D’you think I picked the East Side like Columbus picked America?

This is Wall Street, and today is important. Because tomorrow, July 4th, I intended to make my first million dollars–an excitingday in a man’s life. The enterprise was slightly illegal.

A holiday is when you celebrate something that’s all finished up.

A man could spend the rest of his life trying to remember what he shouldn’t have said.

Don’t you see what a black thing that is for a man to do? How it is to hate yourself?

What are you gonna do? Kill me? Everybody dies.

Twenty years ago I wanted to move to a nice place so our Charley would grow up a nice boy and learn a profession. But instead we live in a jungle, so he can only be a wild animal.

What do you mean “gangsters”? It’s business.

A holiday is when you celebrate something that’s all finished up, that happened a long time ago and now there’s nothing left to celebrate but the dead.

You must never throw away things that are worth good money.

Kids win this’n’that every day. Thousands of them. One out of a hundred fights professionally. One out of a thousand’s worth watchin’, one out of a million’s worth coffee and doughnuts.

If you don’t get killed, it’s a lucky day for anybody.

All are brothers and sisters. All are one, be alike to every­one. That is Unity the brotherhood of man and the fatherhood of God.

Dalits are our brothers, but some of us do not embrace them like brothers. But when they go away and become Christians, some of us take pride in associating with them. This should stop.

Praised be You, my Lord, through Brother Fire, through whom You light the night, and he is beautiful and playful and robust and strong.

See, I don’t want brothers shooting. I want them talking.

For whoever does the will of my Father in heaven is my brother and sister and mother.

I’m not a gangster, bro.

I believe that all men, black and brown, and white, are brothers, varying, through Time and Opportunity, in form and gift and feature, but differing in no essential particular, and alike in soul and in the possibility of infinite development.

Those are the same stars, and that is the same moon, that look down upon your brothers and sisters, and which they see as they look up to them, though they are ever so far away from us, and each other.