It must be most dangerous then to be a man. It is indeed, madame, and but few survive it

Survival, with honor, that outmoded and all-important word, is as difficult as ever and as all-important to a writer. Those who do not last are always more beloved since no one has to see them in their long, dull, unrelenting, no-quarter-given-and-no

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

Man is not made for defeat.

Bullfighting is the only art in which the artist is in danger of death and in which the degree of brilliance in the performance is left to the fighter's honor.

Why should anybody be interested in some old man who was a failure?