We went to lunch and were talking about procrastination and the waitress overheard us and she said, 'I have a problem with procrastination, too. ' I said 'Really?. . . Get my sandwich. '
If when you say 'whiskey' you mean the devil's brew, the poison scourge, the bloody monster that defiles innocence, dethrones reason. . . then I am certainly against it. But, if when you say 'whiskey' you mean the oil of conversation, the philosophic wine. . . the drink that enables a man to magnify his joy. . . then I am certainly for it. This is my stand. I will not retreat from it. I will not compromise.