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Quotes from W.C. Fields

If I had to live my life over, I'd live over a saloon.
~ W.C. Fields
Horse sense is the thing a horse has which keeps it from betting on people.
~ W.C. Fields
A thing worth having is a thing worth cheating for.
~ W.C. Fields
If at first you don't succeed, try, try again. Then quit. No use being a damn fool about it.
~ W.C. Fields
I am free of all prejudice. I hate everyone equally.
~ W.C. Fields
If at first you don't succeed, try, try again. Then quit. No use being a damn fool about it.
~ W.C. Fields
It ain't what they call you, it's what you answer to.
~ W.C. Fields
I cook with wine, sometimes I even add it to the food.
~ W.C. Fields
If you can't dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bullshit.
~ W.C. Fields
Everybody's got to believe in something. I believe I'll have another beer.
~ W.C. Fields
I don't drink water. Fish fuck in it.
~ W.C. Fields
Start every day off with a smile and get it over with.
~ W.C. Fields
Horse sense is the thing a horse has which keeps it from betting on people.
~ W.C. Fields
Fell in love with a beautiful blonde once. Drove me to drink. And I never had the decency to thank her.
~ W.C. Fields
A rich man is nothing but a poor man with money
~ W.C. Fields
A thing worth having is a thing worth cheating for.
~ W.C. Fields
Once, during Prohibition, I was forced to live for days on nothing but food and water.
~ W.C. Fields
Never try to impress a woman, because if you do she'll expect you to keep up the standard for the rest of your life.
~ W.C. Fields
Marry an outdoors woman. That way, if you have to throw her out into the yard for the night, she can still survive.
~ W.C. Fields
Ah, the patter of little feet around the house. There's nothing like having a midget for a butler.
~ W.C. Fields
No doubt exists that all women are crazy; it's only a question of degree.
~ W.C. Fields
The best cure for insomnia is to get a lot of sleep.
~ W.C. Fields
Hell, I never vote for anybody, I always vote against.
~ W.C. Fields
You can't trust water: Even a straight stick turns crooked in it.
~ W.C. Fields