So much of life [is] a putting-off of unhappiness for another time. Nothing [is] ever lost by delay.

For an artist to think in terms of success is like a priest trying to think in terms of success.

Rocinante was of more value for a true traveller than a jet plane. Jet planes were for business men.

Like the characters in Chekhov, they have no reserves -– you learn the most intimate secrets. You get an impression of a world peopled by eccentrics, of odd professions, almost incredible stupidities, and, to balance them, amazing endurances.

Like some wines our love could neither mature nor travel.

It is one of the strange discoveries a man can make that life, however you lead it, contains moments of exhilaration; there are always comparisons which can be made with worse times: even in danger and misery the pendulum swings.

I wish sometimes you had a few bad motives, you might understand a little more about human beings.