If alcohol is queen, then tobacco is her consort. It's a fond companion for all occasions, a loyal friend through fair weather and foul.

If alcohol is queen, then tobacco is her consort. It's a fond companion for all occasions, a loyal friend through fair weather and foul.

I can't help feeling that there is no beauty without hope, struggle, and conquest.

Our memory is our coherence, our reason, our feeling, even our action. Without it, we are nothing.

I'm still an atheist, thank God.

If you were to ask me if I'd ever had the bad luck to miss my daily cocktail, I'd have to say that I doubt it; where certain things are concerned, I plan ahead.

Frankly, despite my horror of the press, I'd love to rise from the grave every ten years or so and go buy a few newspapers.