If everyone were clothed with integrity, if every heart were just, frank, kindly, the other virtues would be well-nigh useless.
All which is not prose is verse; and all which is not verse is prose.
There's nothing quite like tobacco: it's the passion of decent folk, and whoever lives without tobacco doesn't deserve to live.
We die only once, and for such a long time.
I feed on good soup, not beautiful language.
I live on good soup, not on fine words.
