If I had any decency, I'd be dead. Most of my friends are.

I hate writing, I love having written.

Money was made, not to command our will, But all our lawful pleasures to fulfill. Shame and woe to us, if we our wealth obey; The horse doth with the horseman away.

The sweeter the apple, the blacker the core. Scratch a lover and find a foe!

A hangover is the wrath of grapes.

(Scottish Terriers) have all the compactness of a small dog and all the valor of a big one. And they are so exceedingly sturdy that it is proverbial that the only thing fatal to them is being run over by an automobile - in which case the car itself knows it has been in a fight.

What writes worse than a Theodore Dreiser? ... Two Theodore Dreisers.