The game [of poker] exemplifies the worst aspects of capitalism that have made our country so great.

You do not play then at whist, sir? Alas, what a sad old age you are preparing for yourself! [Fr., Vous ne jouez donc pas le whist, monsieur? Helas! quelle triste vieilesse vous vous preparez!

Do not fold, spindle or mutilate.

A clear fire, a clean hearth, and the rigour of the game.

To pile up honey upon sugar, and sugar upon honey, to an interminable tedious sweetness.

I'm not final because I'm right, I'm right because I'm final.