A Quote by Arthur Keith

A drunkard is one thing, and a temperate man is quite another. — © Arthur Keith
A drunkard is one thing, and a temperate man is quite another.
Of all men the drunkard is the foulest. The thief when he is not stealing is like another. The extortioner does not practice in the home. The murderer when he is at home can wash his hands. But the drunkard stinks and vomits in this own bed and dissolves his organs in alcohol.
I'm no alcoholic. I'm a drunkard. There's a difference. A drunkard doesn't like to go to meetings.
It is well said, then, that it is by doing just acts that the just man is produced, and by doing temperate acts the temperate man; without doing these no one would have even a prospect of becoming good. But most people do not do these, but take refuge in theory and think they are being philosophers and will become good in this way, behaving somewhat like patients who listen attentively to their doctors, but do none of the things they are ordered to do.
A sober man may become a drunkard through being a coward. A brave man may become a coward through being a drunkard.
Another thing that's quite different in writing a book as a practicing newspaperman is that if you look at what you've written the next morning and you think you didn't get it quite right, you can fix it.
Whatsoever is in the heart of the sober man, is in the mouth of the drunkard.
It is one thing to be gifted and quite another thing to be worthy of one's own gift.
It is one thing to make a mistake, and quite another thing not to admit it.
A drunkard in the gutter is just where he ought to be...The law of survival of the fittest was not made by man, and it cannot be abrogated by man. We can only, by interfering with it, produce the survival of the unfittest.
We did have that, in the background of the character and the show, 'Mindhorn,' set on the Isle of Man, that every episode they would have to mention the temperate microclimate of the Isle of Man.
It is one thing to be in the proximity of death, to know more or less what she is, and it is quite another thing to seek her.
Partake of love as a temperate man partakes of wine; do not become intoxicated.
Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man.
Alongside the statement about one man's poison being another man's high, one might as well add that one man's saint can be another man's sore and one man's hero can turn out to be that man's biggest hangup.
Reasoning with a drunkard is like Going under water with a torch to seek for a drowning man.
Poe wrote like a drunkard and a man who is not accustomed to pay his debts.
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