Everything really desirable has come about because of, or in spite of, wine!

We are all hunting for rational reasons for believing in the absurd.

The national characteristics... the restless metaphysical curiosity, the tenderness of good living and the passionate individualism. This is the invisible constant in a place with which the ordinary tourist can get in touch just by sitting quite quietly over a glass of wine in a Paris bistro.

Music is only love looking for words.

The realisation of one's own death is the point at which one becomes adult.

Every man is made of clay and diamond, and no woman can nourish both.

The appalling thing is the degree of charity women are capable of. You see it all the time... love lavished on absolute fools. Love's a charity ward, you know.