The past is a sorry country.
In memory Venice is always magic.
Food is my drug of choice.
The dream police will not let me have sexual fantasies.
The most painful moral struggles are not those between good and evil, but between the good and the lesser good.
One can be tired of Rome after three weeks and feel one has exhausted it; after three months one feels that one has not even scratched the surface of Rome; and after six months one wishes never to leave it.