The fear of death is for all of us everywhere, but for the great intelligence of the opium eater it is beautifully narrowed into the crux of drugs.

A page of good prose remains invincible.

How can a people who do not mean to understand death hope to understand love, and who will sound the alarm?

The deep joy we take in the company of people with whom we have just recently fallen in love is undisguisable.

Children drown, beautiful women are mangled in automobile accidents, cruise ships founder, and men die lingering deaths in mines and submarines, but you will find none of this in my accounts.

Now working is terribly painful and I'm still having a fight with the booze. I've enlisted the help of a doctor but it's touch and go. A day for me; a day for the hootch.

To be an American and unable to play baseball is comparable to being a Polynesian and unable to swim.