Browsing Topic Best Cigar Quotes

What, for some, is sin, others do to the glory of God. And the good Dr. Pentecost’s remarks notwithstanding , I intend to go home tonight and smoke a cigar to the glory of God. It is a kind of incense drifting to Heaven.

Everything was a trap: women, drugs, whiskey, wine, scotch, beer – even beer – cigars, and cigarettes. Traps: Work or no work. Traps: Artistry or no artistry; everything sucked you into some spiderweb. I disdained the use of the needle for the same reason that I disdained some so-called beautiful women – the price was far beyond the measure of the worth. I didn’t want to hustle that hard.

First dentistry was painless.Then bicycles were chainless,Carriages were horseless,And many laws enforceless.Next cookery was fireless,Telegraphy was wireless,Cigars were nicotineless,And coffee caffeineless.Soon oranges were seedless,The putting green was weedless,The college boy was hatless,The proper diet fatless.New motor roads are dustless,The latest steel is rustless,Our tennis courts are sodless,Our new religion–godless.

Any man who doesn’t partake in cigar smoking is nothing more than a weak-willed, meandering oaf, and I would never put my lips to those of any creature, man or beast, whose lips were not fresh awash in the currents of cigar smoke.’

A good cigar is as great a comfort to a man as a good cry to a woman.

Sex after 90 is like trying to shoot pool with a rope. Even putting my cigar in its holder is a thrill.

I’m at the age now where just putting my cigar in its holder is a thrill.

Women are jealous of cigars… they regard them as a strong rival.

Cheap cigars come in handy; they stifle the odor of cheap politicians.

There were so many bands in New Orleans. But most of the musicians had day jobs, you know — trades. They were bricklayers and carpenters and cigar makers and plasterers. Some had little businesses of their own — coal and wood and vegetable stores. Some worked on the cotton exchange and some were porters. They had to work at other trades ’cause there were so many musicians, so many bands. It was the most musical town in the country.

After a truly good meal, an outstanding cigar is still the most satisfying after-dinner activity that doesn’t involve two human beings.

You sit back in the darkness, nursing your beer, breathing in that ineffable aroma of the old-time saloon: dark wood, spilled beer, good cigars, and ancient whiskey – the sacred incense of the drinking man.

I always smoked cigars. I’ve smoked cigars with everybody in show business.

It is as acceptable now to love the wives of others as it is to smoke their cigars and read their books.

When I get a chance to play golf or go on a boat with good people, take the boat out and put some lobsters on the grill, get the ice-cold beer and the cigars – that’s heaven here on earth.

Late hours, nocturnal cigars, and midnight drinkings, pleasurable though they may be, consume too quickly the free-flowing lamps of youth, and are fatal at once to the husbanded candle-ends of age.

Any cigar smoker is a friend, because I know how he feels.

You should hurry up and acquire the cigar habit. It’s one of the major happinesses. And so much more lasting than love, so much less costly in emotional wear and tear.

Why should we be letting people smoke their cigars in their comfortable chairs in Raqqa?

We flew over to England by the same route Churchill took. It was easy. All we had to do was follow the cigar ashes.

A Hoyo de Monterrey double corona is my favourite Cuban since Desi Arnaz.

I wrinkled my nose, trying to figure out what he smelled like. Not cigarettes. Something richer, fouler. Cigars.

I smoke a cigar or two a day. I did have a brownie once. It made me sleepy.

I love going to the factories of La Plata, or Little Havana and seeing them roll cigars. I get excited. To me it is more beautiful than a topless club

I once heard that Paul Seymour said as much as winning an NBA Championship, he’d like to see the Celtics lose a game after Auerbach brought out the cigar so he could go up to Arnold and stuff the cigar in his face.

Take a quick dip, relax with a schnapps and a sandwich, stretch out, have a smoke, take a nap or just rest, and then sit around and chat until three. Then I hunt some more until sundown, bathe again, put on white tie and tails to keep up appearances, eat a huge dinner, smoke a cigar and sleep like a log until the sun comes up again to redden the eastern sky. This is living…. Could it be more perfect?

Mr. Burns comes out and flips cigar ashes on his shoes, and makes up about 90 percent of what you hear.

Yeah, man. It’s time to let de people get good herbs and smoke. Government’s a joke. All dey wan’ is ya smoke cigarettes and cigar. Some cigar wickeder den herb. Yeah, man, ya can’t smoke cigar. Smoke herb. Some big cigar me see man wit’, God bless! Me tell him must smoke herb.

‘Men die of the diseases which they have studied most,’ remarked the surgeon, snipping off the end of a cigar with all his professional neatness and finish. ‘It’s as if the morbid condition was an evil creature which, when it found itself closely hunted, flew at the throat of its pursuer. If you worry the microbes too much they may worry you. I’ve seen cases of it, and not necessarily in microbic diseases either. There was, of course, the well-known instance of Liston and the aneurism; and a dozen others that I could mention.’

I love what I do, but I’ve got a life out of here. I like to spend time on the computer. I like technology. I like music. I like movies. I like to go out and party. I like my cigars, but I don’t drink, and I do like to keep a low profile.

Love: It is like a cigar. If it goes out, you can light it again but it never tastes quite the same.

When I have found intense pain relieved, a weary brain soothed, and calm refreshing sleep obtained by a cigar, I have felt grateful to God, and have blessed His name.

My first stringed instrument was a cigar box banjo where I cut and turned the pegs and strung the wires myself.

Yes, social friend, I love thee well,In learned doctor’s spite;Thy clouds all other clouds dispelAnd lap me in delight.

Isn’t it odd that the guy was politically correct in one particularly weird way. Bill Clinton never lit a cigar.