merry

You can tell German wine from vinegar ... by the label.

There is nothing wrong with sobriety in moderation.

Once during Prohibition I was forced to live for days on nothing but food and water.

I started smoking to lose weight. After I dropped that lung I felt pretty good.

I envy people who drink - at least they know what to blame everything on.

I have made it a rule never to smoke more than one cigar at a time.

I'm a one-drink woman two at the most three I'm under the table four I'm under the host.

He who laughs lasts.

I find the more I drink the more interesting others become.

Let us eat and drink: for tomorrow we diet.

An alcoholic has been lightly defined as a man who drinks more than his own doctor.

He loved mountains, or he had loved the thought of them marching on the edge of stories brought from far away; but now he was borne down by the insupportable weight of Middle-earth. He longed to shut out the immensity in a quiet room by a fire.

And there you go again, that tone in your voice, never a word out of place, but your tone says clearly, 'You are a fucking psycho bitch and I hate you.

It is wonderful, this whole business of tickling and kissing God every night.

I know lots more old drunks than old doctors.

One sip of this wine and you will go mad with drunkenness. You will drop your masks and tear your clothes _ destroying everything that separates you from the Lover. Once you taste the fruit of this vine, you will be kicked out of the city of yourself. You will forget the world. You will forget yourself. I tell you: you will become a madman who wanders the streets looking for the Lover once you drink this Wine of Love.

Slowly the lights of the torches in front of Merry flicked and went out, and he was walking in a darkness; and he thought: __his is a tunnel leading to a tomb; there we shall stay forever._ But suddenly into his dream there fell a living voice. __ell, Merry! Thank goodness I have found you!_ He looked up and the mist before his eyes cleared a little. There was Pippin! They were face to face in a narrow lane, but for themselves it was empty. He rubbed his eyes. __here is the king?_ He said. __nd Eowyn?_ Then he stumbled and sat down on a doorstep and began to weep again. __hey must have gone up into the Citadel,_ said Pippin. __ think you must have fallen asleep on your feet and taken the wrong turning. When we found out you were not with them, Gandalf sent me to look for you. Poor old Merry! How glad I am to see you again! But you are worn out, and I won__ bother you with any talk. But tell me, are you hurt, or wounded?_ __o,_ said Merry. __ell, no, I don__ think so. But I can__ use my right arm, Pippin, not since I stabbed him. And my sword burned away like a piece of wood._ Pippin__ face was anxious. __ell, you had better come with me as quick as you can,_ he said. __ wish I could carry you. You aren__ fit to walk any further. They shouldn__ have let you walk at all; but you must forgive them. So many dreadful things have happened in the City, Merry, that one poor hobbit coming in from battle is easily overlooked._ __t__ not always a misfortune being overlooked,_ said Merry. __ was overlooked just now by__o, no, I can__ speak of it. Help me, Pippin! It__ all going dark again, and my arm is so cold._ __ean on me, Merry lad!_ said Pippin. __ome now. Foot by foot. It__ not far._ __re you going to bury me?_ said Merry. __o, indeed!_ said Pippin, trying to sound cheerful, though his heart was wrung with fear and pity. __o, we are going to the Houses of Healing.

A clear vision makes the soul merry