I say that is wine," Brett held up her glass. "We ought to toast something. 'Here's to royalty.'" "This wine is too good for toast-drinking, my dear. you don't want to mix emotions up with a wine like that. you lose the taste." Brett's glass was empty.

Have faith in the Yankees my son. Think of the great DiMaggio.

As long as you can start, you are all right. The juice will come.

All things truly wicked start from innocence.

The game of golf would lose a great deal if croquet mallets and billiard cues were allowed on the putting green.

Scott Fitzgerald was mortally afraid of lightning.

Pound's crazy. All poets are.... They have to be. You don't put a poet like Pound in the loony bin.