Humor is the first of the gifts to perish in a foreign tongue.

The beauty of the world, which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.

I do not believe that gifts, whether of mind or character, can be weighed like sugar and butter

I see a tongue! Some asshole is licking my peephole.

You and me-we've whored together. We've fought together.And I still dunna understand how ye always seems to know where the money is hidden and the liquor is stored and the scandals are richest.'
It's a gift.

A good essay must have this permanent quality about it; it must draw its curtain round us, but it must be a curtain that shuts us in not out.