
Said Aristotle unto Plato, 'Have another sweet potato?' Said Plato unto Aristotle, 'Thank you, I prefer the bottle.'

But no earthly foot can step between a man and his destiny.

Forgive my asking you to use your mind. It is a thing which no novelist should expect of his reader ...

An aristocrat in morals as in mind.

You are speakin' low like me," he answered. "But we have no dream we can wake from

With a gun against my belly I ... I always smile.

When yu' can't have what you choose, yu' just choose what you have.

When a man ain't got no ideas of his own, he'd ought to be kind o' careful who he borrows 'em from.