“My rackets are run on strictly American lines and they’re going to stay that way.”

It’s a racket. Those stock market guys are crooked.

When I sell liquor, it’s bootlegging. When my patrons serve it on a silver tray on Lakeshore Drive, it’s hospitality.

Capitalism is the legitimate racket of the ruling class.

Now I know why tigers eat their young.

Hell must be a pretty swell spot, because the guys that invented religion have sure been trying hard to keep everybody else out.

Bolshevism is knocking at our gates, we can’t afford to let it in.We must keep America whole and safe and unspoiled. We must keep the worker away from red literature and red ruses; we must see that his mind remains healthy.

I have built my organization upon fear.

A smile can get you far, but a smile with a gun can get you further.

You can get much farther with a kind word and a gun than you can with a kind word alone.

Some call it bootlegging. Some call it racketeering. I call it a business.

I am sick and tired of publicity. I want no more of it. It puts me in a bad light. I just want to be forgotten.

Vote early and vote often.

I am like any other man. All I do is supply a demand.

Be careful who you call your friends. I’d rather have four quarters than one hundred pennies.

You can do more with a kind word and a gun than with just a kind word.

You accomplish more with a smile, a handshake, and a gun than you do with just a smile and a handshake.

Fools are not those in love rather, fools are those who run from love and I have a habit of falling for fools.

The moon screams, “You’re running out of time,” But perhaps tomorrow is only A new beginning.

We have not come here to beg world leaders to care. You have ignored us in the past and you will ignore us again. You’ve run out of excuses and we’re running out of time. We’ve come here to let you know that change is coming whether you like it or not.

Poetry runs through tired veins reviving once sleeping souls.

Run. Run as fast as you can it doesn’t matter where as long as you feel the wind against your skin. As long as you leave everything safe behind you and don’t look back.

Darling why do you always run from the things that scare you?

My mind is never where it needs to be and doesn’t tell me where it goes it runs away one window to the next looking for you.

Going and running, just to run on the treadmill, wasn’t my thing.