Never be lucid, never state, if you would be regarded great.

Cold beer is bottled God.

To begin at the beginning: It is a spring moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black.

My birthday began with the water - Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name.

I do not need any friends. I prefer enemies. They are better company and their feelings towards you are always genuine.

And time cast forth my mortal creature To drift or drown upon the seas Acquainted with the salt adventure Of tides that never touch the shores. - I who was rich was made the richer By sipping at the the vine of days.

And when the firemen turned off the hose and were standing in the wet, smoky room, Jim's Aunt, Miss. Prothero, came downstairs and peered in at them. Jim and I waited, very quietly, to hear what she would say to them. She said the right thing, always. She looked at the three tall firemen in their shining helmets, standing among the smoke and cinders and dissolving snowballs, and she said, "Would you like anything to read?