It Is No Wonder That People Are

One Of The Great Benefits Of Organised Religion Is That You Can Be Forgiven Your Sins, Which Must Be A Wonderful Thing. I Mean, I Carry My Sins Around With Me, There's Nobody There To Forgive Them.

It Scored Right Away With Me By Being The Smooth, Fine-grained Sort, Not The Coarse Flaky, Dry-on-the-outside Rubbish Full Of Chunds Of Gut And Gristle To Testify To Its Authenticity.

A German Wine Label Is One Of The Things Life's Too Short For, A Daunting Testimony To That Peculiar Nation's Love Of Detail And Organization.

Self Criticism Must Be My Guide To Action, And The First Rule For Its Employment Is That In Itself It Is Not A Virtue, Only A Procedure.

I Don't Say That The Drunk Man Is The Real Man, And The Sober Man Merely A Shell. But You Find Out Something Different About People When They're Drunk. Of Course, You Sometimes Find That They're Not Different At All--that You Merely Get More Of The Same, Perhaps Said Rather More Loudly And Incoherently, But Basically The Same.