I Am A Drinker With Writing Problems.

No Man Can Discover His Own Talents.

The Bible Was A Consolation To A Fellow Alone In The Old Cell. The Lovely Thin Paper With A Bit Of Matress Stuffing In It, If You Could Get A Match, Was As Good A Smoke As I Ever Tasted.

I Ruined My Health Drinking To Other People's.

There Is No Human Situation So Miserable That It Cannot Be Made Worse By The Presence Of A Policeman.

There Is No Such Thing As Bad Publicity Except Your Own Obituary.