Retirement is the ugliest word in the language.

Enjoying living was learning to get your money's worth and knowing when you had it.

There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. We always returned to it no matter who we were or how it was changed or with what difficulties, or ease, it could be reached. Paris was always worth it and you received return for whatever you brought to it. But this is how Paris was in the early days when we were very poor and very happy.

Read anything I write for the pleasure of reading it. Whatever else you find will be the measure of what you brought to the reading.

We're stronger in the places that we've been broken.

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 wish I had died before I ever loved anyone but her.