No matter what Aristotle and the Philosophers say, nothing is equal to tobacco; it's the passion of the well-bred, and he who lives without tobacco lives a life not worth living.
All which is not prose is verse; and all which is not verse is prose.
There's nothing quite like tobacco: it's the passion of decent folk, and whoever lives without tobacco doesn't deserve to live.
We die only once, and for such a long time.
I feed on good soup, not beautiful language.
I live on good soup, not on fine words.