The only answer to the endless chains of why, why, why is that the alternatives died
Who was the blundering idiot who said 'fine words butter no parsnips'? Half the parsnips of society are served and rendered palatable with no other sauce.
Women are jealous of cigars. . . they regard them as a strong rival.
A fool can no more see his own folly than he can see his ears.
Almost all women have hearts full of pity.
At that comfortable tavern on Pontchartrain we had a bouillabaisse than which a better was never eaten at Marseilles; and not the least headache in the morning, I give you my word; on the contrary, you only wake with a sweet refreshing thirst for claret and water.
The world is good natured to people who are good natured.
We make men without chests and expect from them virtue and enterprise. We laugh at honor and are shocked to find traitors in our midst.
I didn't like the competitiveness of big-time journalism.
I remember wearing overcoats, hiding in the bushes outside of Abbey Road Studios, waiting for the traffic to clear. As it did, we would drop our overcoats and run out on to the cross walk and strike our poses.
Speaking of things that'll make your head explode, "Dragon: The Bruce Lee Story" finally made it to the drive-in