Hope Makes A Good Breakfast. Eat Plenty

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Above All, He Liked It That Everything Was One's Own Fault. There Was Only Oneself To Praise Or Blame. Luck Was A Servant And Not A Master. Luck Had To Be Accepted With A Shrug Or Taken Advantage Of Up To The Hilt. But It Had To Be Understood And Recognized For What It Was And Not Confused With A Faulty Appreciation Of The Odds, For, At Gambling, The Deadly Sin Is To Mistake Bad Play For Bad Luck. And Luck In All Its Moods Had To Be Loved And Not Feared

It’s Just That I’d Rather Die Of Drink Than Of Thirst.

Surround Yourself With Human Beings, My Dear James. They Are Easier To Fight For Than Principles.

A Gentleman's Choice Of Timepiece Says As Much About Him As Does His Saville Row Suit.