Italians Have A Little Joke,

Never Hate Your Enemies. It Affects Your Judgment.

Life Is Like A Box Of Hand Grenades,you Never Know What Will Blow You To Kingdom Come

He Smelled The Garden, The Yellow Shield Of Light Smote His Eyes, And He Whispered, "life Is So Beautiful." ... Yes, He Thought, If I Can Die Saying, "life Is So Beautiful," Then Nothing Else Is Important.

Leave The Gun. Take The Cannoli.

Michael: Barzini Will Set Me Up Through Somebody Close... That, Supposedly, I Won't Suspect. Hagen: Somebody Like Me. Michael: You're Irish, They Won't Trust You. Hagen: I'm German-american. Michael: To Them That's Irish.