“The amount of money that is in your bank at the time of your death is the extra work you did which wasn’t necessary.”

Words build bridges into unexplored regions.

I can fight only for something that I love, love only what I respect, and respect only what I at least know.

Life is like a game, there could be many players. If you don’t play with them, they’ll play with you.

A woman must be a cute, cuddly, naive little thing – tender, sweet, and stupid.

Anyone can deal with victory. Only the mighty can bear defeat.

If you win, you need not have to explain. If you lose, you should not be there to explain!

Capitalism and Bolshevism are the two sides of the same international Jewish coin.

Tell a lie loud enough and long enough and people will believe it.

Strength lies not in defense but in the attack.

What good fortune for those in power that people do not think.

We have to put a stop to the idea that it is a part of everybody’s civil rights to say whatever he pleases.

The day of individual happiness has passed.

Your birth may be common, But death must be history.

We stand at the end of the Age of Reason. A new era of the magical explanation of the world is rising.

Progress and civilization are the results of the efforts of genius, not the gossip of the majority.

The most foolish mistake we could possibly make would be to allow the subjugated races to possess arms.

The issue which has swept down the centuries and which will have to be fought sooner or later is the people versus the banks.

Never try to fix other people. God does not need to do a bank shot off your lips.

I don’t think any rapper can go back. You can be a car salesman, a bank teller – I mean, really good jobs, and people are still gonna look at you and be like, ‘You used to rap; what happened?’

After money in the bank, a grudge is the next best thing.

I know of only three people who really understand money. A professor at another university. One of my students. And a rather junior clerk at the Bank of England.

Any time three New Yorkers get into a cab without an argument, a bank has just been robbed.

A sound banker, alas, is not one who foresees danger and avoids it, but one who, when he is ruined, is ruined in a conventional way along with his fellows, so that no one can really blame him.

If you owe your bank a hundred pounds, you have a problem. But if you owe a million, it has.