Luck is a thing that comes in many forms and who can recognize her?

The fact that I am interrupting serious work to answer these questions proves that I am so stupid that I should be penalized severely. I will be. Don't worry.

All stories, if continued far enough, end in death, and he is no true-story teller who would keep that from you. Especially do all stories of monogamy end in death, and your man who is monogamous while he often lives most happily, dies in the most lonely fashion.

Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated.

Somebody just back of you while you are fishing is as bad as someone looking over your shoulder while you write a letter to your girl.

Drinking wine was not a snobbism nor a sign of sophistication nor a cult; it was as natural as eating and to me as necessary.

In the spring mornings I would work early while my wife still slept. The windows were open wide and the cobbles of the street were drying after the rain.