We invent the past and remember the future.

The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears or the sea.

You can't change the past, but you can ruin the present by worrying about the future.

I don't believe in evil; I believe only in horror. In nature there is no evil, only an abundance of horror: the plagues and the blights and the ants and the maggots.

There is something about safari life that makes you forget all your sorrows and feel as if you had drunk half a bottle of champagne — bubbling over with heartfelt gratitude for being alive.

There are many ways to the recognition of truth, and Burgundy is one of them.

A giraffe is so much a lady that one refrains from thinking of her legs, but remembers her as floating over the plains in long garb, draperies of morning mist her mirage.

Coffee, according to the women of Denmark, is to the body what the Word of the Lord is to the soul.

What is it which is bought dearly, offered for nothing, and then most often refused?--Experience, old people's experience.

Love, with very young people, is a heartless business. We drink at that age from thirst, or to get drunk; it is only later in life that we occupy ourselves with the individuality of our wine.

Be not afraid of absurdity; do not shrink from the fantastic. Within a dilemma, choose the most unheard-of, the most dangerous solution. Be brave, be brave.

I distrust a man that says when. If he's got to be careful not to drink to much it's because he's not to be trusted when he does.

I think of art as coming from daily life, daily experience. I think it's very important not to have it become work for some kind of elite circle.

As long as there is no law in Burma, any individual here can be arrested at any time.

Poetry too is a little incarnation, giving body to what had been before invisible and inaudible.

I am not an angel," I asserted; "and I will not be one till I die: I will be myself.

Dreams are reality at its most profound, and what you invent is truth because invention, by its nature, can't be a lie.

What is in the well of the heart will come up through the bucket of the mouth.

I fought against the bottle, but I had to do it drunk. Took my diamond to the pawn shop, but that don't make it junk.

The will of man without grace is not free, but is enslaved, and that too with its own consent.

Faint heart never won fair maid.