A wholesome oblivion of one's neighbours is the beginning of wisdom.

Wild oats will get sown some time, and one of the arts of life is to sow them at the right time.

We have, of course, long since ceased to think of Nature as the sympathetic mirror of our moods, or to imagine that she has any concern with the temporal affairs of man.

You can't fake it. Bad writing is a gift.

All wines are by their very nature full of reminiscence, the golden tears and red blood of summers that are gone.

All roads indeed lead to Rome, but theirs also is a more mystical destination, some bourne of which no traveller knows the name, some city, they all seem to hint, even more eternal.

On the contrary, woman is the best equipped fighting machine that ever went to battle.