God sent you into my life to show me there is love in this world, to bring me all pleasure…You are a gift for me from heaven. Love you and Good Morning!
Sin makes its own hell, and goodness its own heaven.
Karma’s just sharpening her nails and finishing her drink. She says, she’ll be with you shortly.
When I die, I hope to go to Heaven, whatever the Hell that is.
Ask yourself whether the dream of heaven and greatness should be waiting for us in our graves – or whether it should be ours here and now and on this earth.
Some nights you drink tea, some nights you drink whiskey.
I feel like girls who drink whisky tell good stories.
It seems to me, that love could be labeled poison and we’d drink it anyways.
I don’t drink and drive. I could live with killing myself but I couldn’t live with killing someone else.
I hope to arrive to my death, late, in love, and a little drunk.
Adventure runs on all sorts of whiskey.
Wealth is like sea-water; the more we drink, the thirstier we become; and the same is true of fame.
Words give wings to the mind and make a man soar to heaven.
Youth ages, immaturity is outgrown, ignorance can be educated, and drunkenness sobered, but stupid lasts forever.
Heaven will be no heaven to me if I do not meet my wife there.
Order is heaven’s first law.
Suggested remedy for the common cold: A good gulp of whiskey at bedtime- it’s not very scientific, but it helps.
Penicillin cures, but wine makes people happy.
Beauty is worse than wine, it intoxicates both the holder and beholder.
The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quite alone with the heavens, nature and God.