We Complain And Complain, But We Have

A Synopsis Is A Cold Thing. You Do It With The Front Of Your Mind. If You're Going To Stay With It, You Never Get Quite The Same Magic As When You're Going All Out.

Those No-sooner-have-i-touched-the-pillow People Are Past My Comprehension. There Is Something Bovine About Them.

A Lot Of Men Who Have Accepted - Or Had Imposed Upon Them In Boyhood - The Old English Public School Styles Of Careful Modesty In Speech, With Much Understatement, Have Behind Their Masks An Appalling And Impregnable Conceit Of Themselves.

Man, The Creature Who Knows He Must Die, Who Has Dreams Larger Than His Destiny, Who Is Forever Working A Confidence Trick On Himself, Needs An Ally. Mine Has Been Tobacco.

There Can Be No Doubt That Smoking Nowadays Is Largely A Miserable Automatic Business. People Use Tobacco Without Ever Taking An Intelligent Interest In It. They Do Not Experiment, Compare, Fit The Tobacco To The Occasion. A Man Should Always Be Pleasantly Conscious Of The Fact That He Is Smoking.