Sex touches the heavens only when it simultaneously touches the gutter and the mud.
The path of sound credence is through the thick forest of skepticism.
A man's wife is his compromise with the illusion of his first sweetheart.
I drink to make other people interesting.
A poet, any real poet, is simply an alchemist who transmutes his cynicism regarding human beings into an optimism regarding the moon, the stars, the heavens, and the flowers, to say nothing of Spring, love, and dogs.
The triumph of sugar over diabetes.