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Whether a inspirational quote from your favorite celebrity Thomas Hood, Mark Twain or an motivational message about giving it your best from a successful business person, we can all benefit from a famous saloon quote.
My books kept me from the ring, the dog-pit, the tavern, and the saloon. — Thomas Hood
Fortune knocks at every man's door once in a life, but in a good many cases the man is in a neighboring saloon and does not hear her. — Mark Twain
I felt invincible. My strength was that of a giant. God was certainly standing by me. I smashed five saloons with rocks before I ever took a hatchet. — Carry Nation
If I had to live my life over, I'd live over a saloon. — W. C. Fields
In Nevada, for a time, the lawyer, the editor, the banker, the chief desperado, the chief gambler, and the saloon-keeper occupied the same level of society, and it was the highest. — Mark Twain
I come from a long line of saloon keepers and proselytizers, and I draw from both sides. — Jon Huntsman, Jr.
In our day we went from - we went into saloons. We couldn't cross over like you can today, get a television series and all of a sudden you're a major movie star, you know. — Don Rickles
I mean, in my - and I'm not trying to do spilled milk, but in those days it was a little - I think it was much tougher, because you got an image, and you were in a saloon. And it was tough to come out of a saloon and to get in films, and to maintain an image, you know. — Don Rickles
I busted out of the place in a hurry and went to a saloon and drank beer and said that for the rest of my life I'd never take a job in a place where you couldn't throw cigarette butts on the floor. I was hooked on this writing for newspapers and magazines.
I was not a good father in my first marriage.
Although there are ways of deserting the family without leaving physically, I was deserted in my head. I was always out, always in the saloons, always drinking, always messing about.
When I'm writing in long hand, it just goes on and on and on.
When I was in the saloon business, I would just greet people and talk to them and avoid taxes, and getting behind the bar. What else.
Right now in Oregon anybody can open a saloon, and hire people to come in and have sex in front of their patrons.
And now, in honour of the 150th anniversary of Beethoven's death, I would like to play 'Clear the Saloon', er, 'Clair de Lune', by Debussy. I don't play Beethoven so well, but I play Debussy very badly, and Beethoven would have liked that.
The hot hall full of painted girls and American soldiers is a saloon in some Western film. This noise drenches us, wakens us to do something else. It shows us a lost path.
I haunted streets, whorehouses, police stations, courtrooms, theater stages, jails, saloons, slums, madhouses, fires, murders, riots, banquet halls and bookshops. I ran everywhere in the city like a fly buzzing in the works of a clock, tasted more than any fit belly could hold, learned not to sleep, and buried myself in a tick-tock of whirling hours that still echo in me.
It was shocking to see a leg! You've never seen a leg in these stories.
We made it a little saloon girl. We played up on many elements because everything is just very covered and the tights are very thick and heavy. And then to have it all fell apart, absolutely, we wanted to see the leg!