You make your own luck, Gig. You know what makes a good loser? Practice.

I still need more healthy rest in order to work at my best. My health is the main capital I have and I want to administer it intelligently.

Once writing has become your major vice and greatest pleasure only death can stop it.

One cat just leads to another." [Letter from Finca Vigia, Cuba, to his first wife, Elizabeth Hadley Richardson (1943).]

Night is always darker before the dawn and life is the same, the hard times will pass, every thing will get better and sun will shine brighter then ever.

A man does not exist until he is drunk.

Perhaps wars weren't won anymore. Maybe they went on forever. Maybe it was another Hundred Years' War.