Whatever You Hold In Contempt Is Your

I Ruined My Health Drinking To Other People's.

I Am Married To Beatrice Salkeld, A Painter. We Have No Children, Except Me.

One Drink Is To Many For Me And A Thousand Not Enough.

A Pedestrian Ought To Be Legally Allowed To Toss At Least One Hand Grenade At A Motorist Every Day.

Ah, Bless You, Sister, May All Your Sons Be Bishops.