I have an intense dislike for artificial society. In France, one could lead a free life - to do what one wanted to do without interference or criticism from one's neighbors.

Be sure your wisest words are those you do not say.

Some praise the Lord for Light, The living spark; I thank God for the Night The healing dark.

His life, though none too long, Was never dull: Of woman, wine and song Bill had his full.

It isn't the mountain ahead that wears you out; it's the grain of sand in your shoe.

The happy man is he who knows his limitations, yet bows to no false gods.

I like to think that when I fall, A rain-drop in Death's shoreless sea, This shelf of books along the wall, Beside my bed, will mourn for me.