God and Country are an unbeatable team; they break all records for oppression and bloodshed.

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 someone were to tell me I had twenty years left, and ask me how I'd like to spend them, I'd reply 'Give me two hours a day of activity, and I'll take the other twenty-two in dreams.'

Repeat, over and over again, in case anyone forgets it or believes the contrary, that we do not live in the best of all possible worlds.

The decline of the aperitif may well be one of the most depressing phenomena of our time.

A paranoiac, like a poet, is born, not made.

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.