Only bad generals need heroes.

Unhappiness doesn't grow on the chest like leprosy. Poverty won't fall off the roof like a loose tile, no; poverty and unhappiness are man's doing.

Suppose they gave a war, and nobody came? Why then, the war would come to you!

Unfortunate the country that needs heroes!

For what's the use of talking with a man who has a disease and thinks about the stars?

Oh! Moon of Alabama We now must say good-bye We've lost our good old mama And must have whiskey Oh, you know why!

I'm in good form, taking no interest in things, neglecting clothes, meals, company, and feeling calm and stable as I write.