These memories, which are my life--for we possess nothing certainly except the past--were always with me.

I prefer all but the very worst travel books, to all but the very best novels.

The most futile and disastrous day seems well spent when it is reviewed through the blue, fragrant smoke of a Havana Cigar.

We are American at puberty. We die French.

'I don't believe you've changed at all, Charles.' 'No, I'm afraid not.' 'D'you want to change?' 'It's the only evidence of life.'

Free as air; that's what they say- "free as air". Now they bring me my air in an iron barrel.

The Welsh are the only nation in the world that has produced no graphic or plastic art, no architecture, no drama. They just sing. Sing and blow down wind instruments of plated silver.