If I Was Wealthy I'd Never Do

Every Twinge Of Sensation, Even Of Agony, Was A Negation Of Death.

Aye, You White Dog, You Are Like All Your Race; But To A Black Man Gold Can Never Pay For Blood.

I Reckon If I Ever Marry, She Will Have To Be A Strong Woman In A Circus Or Something.

We're Making Tin Gods Out Of Those Poor Buffoons In Hollywood; I Dote On Movies And Appreciate The Scanty Art Therein But I Consider The Profession About The Most Debased And Debasing I Know.

My Characters Are More Like Men Than These Real Men Are, See. They're Rough And Rude, They Got Hands And They Got Bellies. They Hate And They Lust; Break The Skin Of Civilization And You Find The Ape, Roaring And Red-handed.