Vice
Dictum: The cigar always smells better to the one smoking it.
There is nothing worse than a self-hating cigar smoker.
The cigar is the smoke of the practicing philosopher, the rebel, the man hated by all institutions; the pipe, on the other hand, belongs to the tenured professor--the man at ease with ideas.
I can understand war, human suffering, even the existence of evil. But there is no excuse for cheap beer.
People are like bourbon whiskey: acceptable--if not entirely safe--in moderation.
Moderation, my boy, moderation. Drink a little slower! And don't mix beer and wine. Have them seperately for God's sake!
Alcohol: what better definition of an evil substance than one which, when consumed to quench thirst, leaves one even thirstier?
A hangover is worse than death: you live--to do it to yourself again and again.
About last night: No, I did not convert to Hinduism; I was merely drunk.
I may come to love clean living (provided it does not kill me first).
