Every man's life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.

If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.

It's none of their business that you have to learn how to write. Let them think you were born that way.

The man who has begun to live more seriously within begins to live more simply without.

We only knew then that there was always the war, but that we were not going to it anymore.

Things may not be immediately discernible in what a man writes, and in this sometimes he is fortunate; but eventually they are quite clear, and by these and the degree of alchemy that he possesses, he will endure or be forgotten.