The bicycle riders drank much wine, and were burned and browned by the sun. They did not take the race seriously except among themselves.

I learned never to empty the well of my writing, but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it.

If a writer stops observing he is finished. Experience is communicated by small details intimately observed.

He was just a coward and that was the worst luck any many could have.

There will always be people who say it does not exist because they cannot have it. But I tell you it is true and that you have it and that you are lucky even if you die tomorrow.

Cowards die a thousand deaths, but the brave only die once.

But man is not made for defeat. A man can be destroyed but not defeated.