The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life.

The man who discovers a woman's weakness is like the huntsman in the heat of the day who finds a cool spring. He wallows in it.

A golf course is the epitome of all that is purely transitory in the universe, a space not to dwell in, but to get over as quickly as possible.

A man has only one way of being immortal on earth: he has to forget he is a mortal.

Who would prefer peace to the glory of hunger and thirst, of wading through mud, and dying in the service of one's country?

Each day the worst of our faults, our deficiencies, our crimes, the truth of our lives, is stifled under a triple layer of forgetfulness, death and the ordinary course of justice.

Close your eyes, all you see is yours.