Hope, politeness, the blowing of a nose, the squeak of a boot, all produce "boum.

One doesn't come to Italy for niceness," was the retort; "one comes for life. Buon giorno! Buon giorno!

Aziz winked at him slowly and said: “...There are many ways of being a man; mine is to express what is deepest in my heart.

The people I admire most are those who are sensitive and want to create something or discover something, and do not see life in terms of power.

Very notable was his distinction between coarseness and vulgarity, coarseness, revealing something; vulgarity, concealing something.

I have no mystic faith in the people. I have in the individual.

I believe we shall come to care about people less and less, Helen. The more people one knows, the easier it becomes to replace them. It's one of the curses of London. I quite expect to end my life caring most for a place.