You make your own luck, Gig. You know what makes a good loser? Practice.

I loved her and I loved no one else and we had a lovely magic time while we were alone. I worked well and we made great trips, and I thought we were invulnerable again, and it wasn't until we were out of the mountains in late spring, and back in Paris, that the other thing started again.

Before you react, think. Before you spend, earn. Before you criticize, wait. Before you quit, try.

The brown blotches of the benevolent skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert.

Write as well as you can and finish what you start.

Imagination? It is the one thing beside honesty that a good writer must have. The more he learns from experience the more he can imagine.

No weapon has ever settled a moral problem. It can impose a solution but it cannot guarantee it to be a just one.