Retirement is the ugliest word in the language.

There is no night life in Spain. They stay up late but they get up late. That is not night life. That is delaying the day.

To hell with the Church when it becomes a State and the hell with the State when it becomes a Church.

It seemed out of place to think of consequences during the fiesta.

The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.

The clouds were building up now for the trade wind and he looked ahead and saw a flight of wild ducks etching themselves against the sky over the water, then blurring, then etching again and he knew no man was ever alone on the sea.

The brave dies perhaps two thousand deaths if he's intelligent. He simply doesn't mention them.