Everybody lies...every day, every hour, awake, asleep, in his dreams, in his joy, in his mourning. If he keeps his tongue still his hands, his feet, his eyes, his attitude will convey deception.

Reality can be beaten with enough imagination.

Until I came to New Mexico, I never realized how much beauty water adds to a river.

Too much of anything is bad, but too much good whiskey is barely enough.

We had a sunset of a very fine sort. The vast plain of the sea was marked off in bands of sharply-contrasted colors: great stretches of dark blue, others of purple, others of polished bronze; the billowy mountains showed all sorts of dainty browns and greens, blues and purples and blacks, and the rounded velvety backs of certain of them made one want to stroke them, as one would the sleek back of a cat.

The man who is ostentatious of his modesty is twin to the statue that wears a fig-leaf.

Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect.