To penetrate into Italy is like a most fascinating act of self-discovery-back, back down the old ways of time. Strange and wonderful chords awake in us, and vibrate again after many hundreds of years of complete forgetfulness.

Tragedy is like strong acid - it dissolves away all but the very gold of truth.

What's that as flies without wings, your ladyship? Time! Time!

That's it! When you come to know men, that's how they are: too sensitive in the wrong place.

Psychoanalysis is out, under a therapeutic disguise, to do away entirely with the moral faculty in man.

I am part of the sun as my eye is of me. That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly, and my blood is part of the sea.

The true artist doesn't substitute immorality for morality. On the contrary, he always substitutes a finer morality for a grosser one.