Mixing One's Wines May Be A Mistake,

Grub First, Then Ethics.

Of All The Works Of Man I Like Best Those Which Have Been Used. The Copper Pots With Their Dents And Flattened Edges The Knives And Forks Whose Wooden Handles Have Been Worn Away By Many Hands: Such Forms Seemed To Me The Noblest.

It Was Never Decreed That A God Mustn't Pay Hotel Bills.

Would It Not Be Simpler If The Government Dissolved The People And Elected Another?

Love Is The Desire To Give, Not To Receive, Something. Love Is The Art Of Producing Something With The Other's Talents.