Happiness is not a possession to be prized, it is a quality of thought, a state of mind.

Writers should be read, but neither seen nor heard.

A bad workman blames his tools.

A familiar name on its own, however, does not carry its bearer far unless the talent is there, and the will to work.

The trouble is, walking in Venice becomes compulsive once you start. Just over the next bridge, you say, and then the next one beckons.

Looking from the window at the fantastic light and colour of my glittering fairy-world of fact that holds no tenderness, no quietude, I long suddenly for peace, for understanding.

here was a silence between them for a moment, and she wondered if all women, when in love, were torn between two impulses, a longing to throw modesty and reserve to the winds and confess everything, and an equal determination to conceal the love forever, to be cool, aloof, utterly detached, to die rather than admit a thing so personal, so intimate.