“A hangover is the wrath of grapes.”

“Bewildered is the fox who lives to find that grapes beyond reach can be really sour.”

“I'm not a writer with a drinking problem, I'm a drinker with a writing problem.”

“If I should labor through daylight and dark,Consecrate, valorous, serious, true,Then on the world I may blazon my mark;And what if I don't, and what if I do?”

“Travel, trouble, music, art, a kiss, a frock, a rhyme --I never said they feed my heart, but still they pass my time.”

“If wild my breast and sore my pride,I bask in dreams of suicide,If cool my heart and high my headI think 'How lucky are the dead.”

“I had been fed, in my youth, a lot of old wives' tales about the way men would instantly forsake a beautiful woman to flock around a brilliant one. It is but fair to say that, after getting out in the world, I had never seen this happen."[From a column dated November 17, 1928]”