I don't drink anymore, on the other hand I don't drink any less either.

There comes a time in the affairs of man when he must take the bull by the tail and face the situation.

I have a poor memory for names; but I seldom remember a face.

I like thieves. Some of my best friends are thieves. Why, just last week we had the president of the bank over for dinner.

My illness is due to my doctor's insistence that I drink milk, a whitish fluid they force down helpless babies.

We frequently hear of people dying from too much drinking. That this happens is a matter of record. But the blame is always placed on whisky. Why this should be I never could understand. You can die from drinking too much of anything - coffee, water, milk, soft drinks and all such stuff as that. And so as long as the presence of death lurks with anyone who goes through the simple act of swallowing. I will make mine whisky.

My main ambition as a gardener is to water my orange trees with gin, then all I have to do is squeeze the juice into a glass.