Watching the smoke dance out of a cigarette is like watching a girl dance out of her dress. ~D.H. Mondfleur
I kissed my first girl and smoked my first cigarette on the same day. I haven't had time for tobacco since. ~Arturo Toscanini
(Artist: William M. Rittase, recalling the Félicien Ropps' crucifix)
There's something luxurious about having a girl light your cigarette. In fact, I got married once on account of that. ~Harold Robbins
Remember, if you smoke after sex you're doing it too fast. ~Woody Allen
Smoke your pipe and be silent; there's only wind and smoke in the world. ~Irish Proverb
(lifted from 'heroin-chic')
The believing we do something when we do nothing is the first illusion of tobacco. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
A cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. It is exquisite, and it leaves one unsatisfied. What more can one want? ~Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
Nonetheless, I was born to smoke opium. More precisely, I was born to smoke opium in an opium den.
Why opium? Thomas De Quincey’s description of it as “the celestial drug” is not far from perfect: “Here,” said he, “was a panacea, a φάρμ˘ακον νηπενθές, for all human woes; here was the secret of happiness about which the philosophers had disputed for so many ages, at once discovered.” This celestial drug, this panacea, “communicates serenity and equipoise to all the faculties, active or passive,” and “introduces amongst them the most exquisite order, legislation, and harmony.” No one, “having once tasted the divine luxuries of opium, will afterwards descend to the gross and mortal enjoyments of alcohol.” Nick Toshes - Confessions of an Opium-Seeker
(Artist: William M. Rittase, recalling the Félicien Ropps' crucifix)
There's something luxurious about having a girl light your cigarette. In fact, I got married once on account of that. ~Harold Robbins
Remember, if you smoke after sex you're doing it too fast. ~Woody Allen
Smoke your pipe and be silent; there's only wind and smoke in the world. ~Irish Proverb
(lifted from 'heroin-chic')
The believing we do something when we do nothing is the first illusion of tobacco. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
A cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. It is exquisite, and it leaves one unsatisfied. What more can one want? ~Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
Nonetheless, I was born to smoke opium. More precisely, I was born to smoke opium in an opium den.
Why opium? Thomas De Quincey’s description of it as “the celestial drug” is not far from perfect: “Here,” said he, “was a panacea, a φάρμ˘ακον νηπενθές, for all human woes; here was the secret of happiness about which the philosophers had disputed for so many ages, at once discovered.” This celestial drug, this panacea, “communicates serenity and equipoise to all the faculties, active or passive,” and “introduces amongst them the most exquisite order, legislation, and harmony.” No one, “having once tasted the divine luxuries of opium, will afterwards descend to the gross and mortal enjoyments of alcohol.” Nick Toshes - Confessions of an Opium-Seeker
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