The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.
Soon I’ll find the right words, they’ll be very simple… [Also known as:]One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.
Something good will come of all things yet.
Sociability is just a big smile and a big smile is nothing but teeth.
Paris is a woman but London is an independent man puffing his pipe in a pub.
Pain or love or danger makes you real again.
Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.
One man practicing kindness in the wilderness is worth all the temples this world pulls.
Offer them what they secretly want and they of course immediately become panic-stricken.
Notoriety and public confession in the literary form is a frazzler of the heart you were born with, believe me.
Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.
Nobody knows what’s going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old.
