I yield to nobody in my admiration for God, but he's no good in bed.

Truth travels slowly and gets weaker as it goes. Suitable lies are strong and run faster.

Obviously, not everybody who dies becomes a ghost, otherwise those who are psychic would be aware of shouldering through deep crowds of assorted shades every time they moved.

Alcoholism plus criminality plus whatever caused both in the first place form a combination that is very nearly happy-ending-proof.

Love- however doomed, had the capacity to attach bouys to the soul.

Man provides his own goods and his own evils, neither God nor the Devil has anything to do with it.

Tomorrows were full of awful things. Today, now, was the essential.