Of all men the drunkard is the foulest. The thief when he is not stealing is like another. The extortioner does not practice in the home. The murderer when he is at home can wash his hands. But the drunkard stinks and vomits in this own bed and dissolves his organs in alcohol.

The smallest coffins are the heaviest.

Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light.

There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow men. True nobility lies in being superior to your former self.

Critics are men who watch a battle from a high place then come down and shoot the survivors.

This beer is good for you. This is draft beer. Stick with the beer. Let's go and beat this guy up and come back and drink some more beer.

It's none of their business that you have to learn how to write. Let them think you were born that way.