Shame can be self-indulgence too.
Obviously, if you don't love life, you can't enjoy an oyster.
How smartly September comes in, like a racing gig, all style, no confusion.
If you don't love life you can't enjoy an oyster; there is a shock of freshness to it and intimations of the ages of man, some piercing intuition of the sea and all its weeds and breezes. [They] shiver you for a split second.
Anybody who's against birth control and abortion has to be a criminal idiot.
Even a tourist can tell in a Roman street that he is in something and not outside of something as he would be in most cities. In Rome to go out is to go home.