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.

I've seen you, beauty, and you belong to me now, whoever you are waiting for and if I never see you again, I thought. You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.

Go West, young man.

Go west, young man.

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

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.