Show The Readers Everything, Tell Them Nothing.

There Are Worse Places To Be Than On Your Own.

In The Spring Mornings I Would Work Early While My Wife Still Slept. The Windows Were Open Wide And The Cobbles Of The Street Were Drying After The Rain.

I Drink To Make Other People More Interesting.

Until You're Grown-up They Send You To Reform School. After You're Grown-up They Send You To The Penitentiary.

To Hell With Luck. I'll Bring The Luck With Me.