Boredom is the most horrible of wolves.

The Italians are said to be noisy and to gesticulate, but that is a libel dreamed up by the English.

Spring sprang suddenly onto the land.

I have always hated crowds. I like deserts, prisons, and monasteries. I have discovered, too, that there are fewer idiots at 3000 meters above sea level than down below.

Boredom is the most horrible of wolves.

I should like to write about what happens when fictive people encounter and are embellished by real people.

Remember, all of man's happiness is in the little valleys. Tiny little ones. Small enough to call from one side to the other.