You're an expatriate. You've lost touch with the soil. You get precious. Fake European standards have ruined you. You drink yourself to death. You become obsessed by sex. You spend all your time talking, not working. You are an expatriate, see? You hang around cafTs.

I have noticed that doctors who fail in the practice of medicine have a tendency to seek one another's company and aid in consultation.

A person with increasing knowledge and sensory education may derive infinite enjoyment from wine.

Fear of death increases in exact proportion to increase in wealth.

Live it up so you can write it down.

We thought of wine as something as healthy and normal as food and also as a great giver of happiness and well being and delight.

My training was never to drink after dinner nor before I wrote nor while I was writing.