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

The brown blotches of the benevolent skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert.

Wars are caused by undefended wealth.

I'm not going to get into the ring with Tolstoy.

French is the language of diplomacy. Spanish is the language of bureaucracy.

All our words from loose using have lost their edge.

Writing, at its best, is a lonely life.