In the spring mornings I would work early while my wife still slept. The windows were open wide and the cobbles of the street were drying after the rain.

I am drunk, seest thou? When I am not drunk I do not talk. You have never heard me talk much. But an intelligent man is sometimes forced to be drunk to spend his time with fools.

Luck is a thing that comes in many forms and who can recognize her?

The parody is the last refuge of the frustrated writer. Parodies are what you write when you are associate editor of the Harvard Lampoon. The greater the work of literature, the easier the parody. The step up from writing parodies is writing on the wall above the urinal.

Live the full life of the mind, exhilarated by new ideas, intoxicated by the Romance of the unusual.

All the contact I have had with politics has left me feeling as though I had been drinking out of spitoons.

But in the meantime all the life you have or ever will have is today, tonight, tomorrow, today, tonight, tomorrow, over and over again (I hope).