Gardening is the only unquestionably useful job.
You are my inspiration and my folly. You are my light across the sea, my million nameless joys, and my day's wage. You are my divinity, my madness, my selfishness, my transfiguration and purification. You are my rapscallionly fellow vagabond, my tempter and star. I want you.
I must have been an insufferable child; all children are.
Violence is the repartee of the illiterate.
A veteran journalist has never had time to think twice before he writes.
Every man over forty is a scoundrel.