The Only Virtue On Which I Pride

The True Traveler Is He Who Goes On Foot, And Even Then, He Sits Down A Lot Of The Time.

I Went To Collect The Few Personal Belongings Which...i Held To Be Invaluable: My Cat, My Resolve To Travel, And My Solitude.

One Keeps Forgetting Old Age Up To The Very Brink Of The Grave.

Voluptuaries, Consumed By Their Senses, Always Begin By Flinging Themselves With A Great Display Of Frenzy Into An Abyss. But They Survive, They Come To The Surface Again. And They Develop A Routine Of The Abyss: It's Four O Clock. At Five I Have My Abyss.

A Happy Childhood Is Poor Preparation For Human Contacts.