She's adorned Amply that in her husband's eye looks lovely.

Those running tights the young women wear now, so they look like spacewomen, raspberry red and electric green so tight they show every muscle right into the crack between the buttocks, what is the point of them? Display. Young animals need to display.

Let me be dressed fine as I will, Flies, worms, and flowers, exceed me still.

With an evening coat and a white tie, anybody, even a stockbroker, can gain a reputation for being civilized.

Bronze is the mirror of the form; wine, of the heart.

The vine bears three kinds of grapes: the first of pleasure, the next of intoxication, and the third of disgust.

I'd read somewhere that nine out of ten adults in Alaska had a drinking problem. I could believe it. Snow, ice, sleet, wind, the dark night of the soul: what else were you supposed to do?

Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; The best of Life is but intoxication.

Drink, in those days, was an evil inconceivable in ours. The fearful uncertainty of life, unemployment, the appalling squalor of slums, drove millions of the weaker nerve to drink.

Drink moderately, for drunkenness neither keeps a secret, nor observes a promise.