To write a poem is like trying to catch a lizard without its tail falling off.

Of women, the most we can say, not being Frenchmen, is that they are burrowing animals.

How grudging memory is, and how bitterly she clutches the raw material of her daily work.

It is not love that is blind, but jealousy.

…I once found a list of diseases as yet unclassified by medical science, and among these there occurred the word Islomania, which was described as a rare but by no means unknown affliction of spirit. There are people…who find islands somehow irresistible. The mere knowledge that they are on an island, a little world surrounded by the sea, fills them with an indescribable intoxication. These born “islomanes”…are direct descendents of the Atlanteans

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

He thought and suffered a good deal but he lacked the resolution to dare--the first requisite of a practitioner.