I may have faults but being wrong ain't one of them.

I've told you before and I'll tell you again. The strong survive and the weak disappear. We do not intend to disappear.

Don't let any man into your cab, your home, or your heart, unless he's a friend of labor.

In the old days all you needed was a handshake. Nowadays you need forty lawyers.

I do to others what they do to me, only worse.

There are simply no public figures today who so challenge the elite business and government establishment and so champion the working class as Jimmy Hoffa did almost daily and with arrogance.

I may have my faults, but being wrong ain't one of them.

But to hear Kennedy when he was grandstanding in front of the McClellan Committee you might have thought I was making as much out of the pension fund as the Kennedys made out of selling whiskey.

Hell, I'm not saying I'm an angel, but when it came to dirty tricks I couldn't hold a candle to the Irish Mafia.

In the ten years I was president of the Teamsters, I had raised the membership from eight hundred thousand to more than 2 million and made it the largest single labor union the world.

Rome wasn't built in a day, but man, did they get a break on the labor.

It is not our job to remain whole.We came to lose our leavesLike the trees, and be born again, Drawing up from the great roots.

Meg and Belch only had eyes for each other. Not in the usual romantic sense.

The villain's censure is extorted praise.

Open up a few corpses: you will dissipate at once the darkness that observation alone could not dissipate.

If God is male, then male is God. The divine patriarch castrates women as long as he is allowed to live on in the human imagination.

Yeah, ideally, I'd probably wish to be more anonymous. But scrutiny and success go together. And I want to be successful.

Society must take every means at its disposal to defend itself against the emergence of a parallel power which defies the elected power.

I was dominated, soul, brain, and power by you. You became to me the visible incarnation of that unseen ideal whose memory haunts us artists like an exquisite dream.

You know the value of every article of merchandise, but if you don't know the value of your own soul, it's all foolishness.

I think that probably, if I were 21 in this society, I would identify myself as a bisexual.