And bed, he thought. Bed is my friend. Just bed, he thought. Bed will be a great thing. It is easy when you are beaten, he thought. I never knew how easy it was. And what beat you, the thought.

Never confuse motions with action.

There are only two places in the world where we can live happy: at home and in Paris.

I would like to take the great DiMaggio fishing," the old man said. "They say his father was a fisherman. Maybe he was as poor as we are and would understand.

You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.

If the reader prefers, this book may be regarded as fiction. But there is always the chance that such a book of fiction may throw some light on what has been written as fact.

Do not think about sin, he thought. There are enough problems now without sin. Also I have no understanding of it.