It Is Easy To Convince A Man

To Drink For Pleasure May Be A Distraction, But To Drink From Misery Is Always A Danger.

I Revolted From Sentimentality, Less Because It Was False Than Because It Was Cruel.

What Was Time Itself But The Bloom, The Sheath Enfolding Experience? Within Time, And With Time Alone, There Was Life - The Gleam, The Quiver, The Heartbeat, The Immeasurable Joy And Anguish Of Being.

No Matter How Vital Experience Might Be While You Lived It, No Sooner Was It Ended And Dead Than It Became As Lifeless As The Piles Of Dry Dust In A School History Book.

Marriage Is Mostly Puttin' Up With Things, I Reckon, When It Ain't Makin' Believe.