Shaken And Not Stirred.

Bond Didn't Defend The Practice. He Simply Maintained That The More Effort And Ingenuity You Put Into Gambling, The More You Took Out.

If I Wait For The Genius To Come, It Just Doesn't Arrive.

Above All, He Liked It That Everything Was One's Own Fault. There Was Only Oneself To Praise Or Blame. Luck Was A Servant And Not A Master. Luck Had To Be Accepted With A Shrug Or Taken Advantage Of Up To The Hilt. But It Had To Be Understood And Recognized For What It Was And Not Confused With A Faulty Appreciation Of The Odds, For, At Gambling, The Deadly Sin Is To Mistake Bad Play For Bad Luck. And Luck In All Its Moods Had To Be Loved And Not Feared

Against The Background Of This Luminous And Sparkling Stage Bond Stood In The Sunshine And Felt His Mission To Be Incongruous And Remote And His Dark Profession An Affront To His Fellow Actors.

Surround Yourself With Human Beings, My Dear James. They Are Easier To Fight For Than Principles.