There is something majestic in the bad taste of Italy.

Tolerance is just a makeshift, suitable for an overcrowded and overheated planet. It carries on when love gives out, and love generally gives out as soon as we move away from our home and our friends.

For you cannot have gentility without paying for it.

America is rather like life. You can usually find in it what you look for It will probably be interesting, and it is sure to be large.

Love is always being given where it is not required.

The English countryside, its growth and its destruction, is a genuine and tragic theme.

Truth is a flower in whose neighbourhood others must wither.