Every man has a sane spot somewhere.
Every one lives by selling something.
Everybody, soon or late, sits down to a banquet of consequences.
Everyone lives by selling something, whatever be his right to it.
Fiction is to the grown man what play is to the child; it is there that he changes the atmosphere… (read more)
For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair… (read more)
He who sows hurry reaps indigestion.
I am in the habit of looking not so much to the nature of a gift as to the spirit… (read more)