Repeat, Over And Over Again,

Our Memory Is Our Coherence, Our Reason, Our Feeling, Even Our Action. Without It, We Are Nothing.

If You Were To Ask Me If I'd Ever Had The Bad Luck To Miss My Daily Cocktail, I'd Have To Say That I Doubt It; Where Certain Things Are Concerned, I Plan Ahead.

If The Devil Were To Offer Me A Resurgence Of What Is Commonly Called Virility, I'd Decline. ''just Keep My Liver And Lungs In Good Working Order,'' I'd Reply, ''so I Can Go On Drinking And Smoking!''

The Decline Of The Aperitif May Well Be One Of The Most Depressing Phenomena Of Our Time.

I Say To Hell With The Work You Have To Do To Earn A Living! That Kind Of Work Does Us No Honor; All It Does Is Fill Up The Bellies Of The Pigs Who Exploit Us. But The Work You Do Because You Like To Do It, Because You've Heard The Call, You've Got A Vocation - That's Ennobling! We Should All Be Able To Work Like That. Look At Me, Saturno - I Don't Work. And I Don't Care If They Hang Me, I Won't Work! Yet I'm Alive! I May Live Badly, But At Least I Don't Have To Work To Do It!