I Like My Whisky Old And My

There Is Nothing Like Lying Flat On Your Back On The Deck, Alone Except For The Helmsman Aft At The Wheel, Silence Except For The Lapping Of The Sea Against The Side Of The Ship. At That Time You Can Be Equal To Ulysses And Brother To Him.

Any Man Who Dies With More Than $10000 To His Name Is A Failure.

I Felt Like An Impostor, Taking All That Money For Reciting Ten Or Twelve Lines Of Nonsense A Day.

I Am Convinced Of The Validity Of Contradiction. There Are Many Worlds. Each Is True, At Its Time, In Its Own Fashion

My Problem Lies In Reconciling My Gross Habits With My Net Income.