In the morning there was a big wind blowing and the waves were running high up on the beach and he was awake a long time before he remembered that his heart was broken.

And the ones who would not make war? Can they stop it?

Work every day. No matter what has happened the day or night before, get up and bite on the nail.

You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.

The old man looked at him with his sun-burned, confident loving eyes.

Never mistake motive for action.

Easy writing makes hard reading.