She Had Eyes Like Strange Sins.

In Everything That Can Be Called Art There Is A Quality Of Redemption. It May Be Pure Tragedy, If It Is High Tragedy, And It May Be Pity And Irony, And It May Be The Raucous Laughter Of The Strong Man. But Down These Mean Streets A Man Must Go Who Is Not Himself Mean, Who Is Neither Tarnished Nor Afraid.

As Honest As You Could Expect A Man To Be In A World Where It's Out Of Style.

Organized Crime Is The Dirty Side Of The Sharp Dollar.

He (the Agent) Just Takes Ten Per Cent Of Your Life.

Not Only Is The Motion Picture An Art, But It Is The One Entirely New Art That Has Been Evolved On This Planet For Hundreds Of Years. It Is The Only Art At Which We Of This Generation Have Any Possible Chance To Greatly Excel.