The Smallest Coffins Are The Heaviest.

In The Spring Mornings I Would Work Early While My Wife Still Slept. The Windows Were Open Wide And The Cobbles Of The Street Were Drying After The Rain.

Any Man Who Eats Dessert Is Not Drinking Enough.

Honor To A Spaniard, No Matter How Dishonest, Is As Real A Thing As Water, Wine, Or Olive Oil. There Is Honor Among Pickpockets And Honor Among Whores. It Is Simply That The Standards Differ.

Every Day Above Earth Is A Good Day.

Imagination? It Is The One Thing Beside Honesty That A Good Writer Must Have. The More He Learns From Experience The More He Can Imagine.