Sublime tobacco! which from east to west Cheers the tar’s labor or the Turkman’s rest.
George Gordon, Lord Byron Quotes
Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe When tipp’d with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe; Like other charmers, wooing the caress More dazzlingly when daring in full dress; Yet thy true lovers more admire by far Thy naked beauties – give me a cigar!
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
Pleasures a sin, and sometimes sin’s a pleasure.
Pleasure’s a sin, and sometimes Sin’s a pleasure.
All Heaven and Earth are still, though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most.
I have no consistency, except in politics; and that probably arises from my indifference to the subject altogether.
Troy owes to Homer what whist owes to Hoyle.
I have met with most poetry on trunks; so that I am pat to consider the trunk-maker as the sexton of authorship.
Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, Sermons and soda water the day after.