We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand.

All that is observable in a man-that is to say his actions and such of his spiritual existence as can be deduced from his actions-falls into the domain of history.

When we were only acquaintances, you let me be myself, but now you're always protecting me... I won't be protected. I will choose for myself what is ladylike and right. To shield me is an insult. Can't I be trusted to face the truth but I must get it second-hand through you? A woman's place!

The sadness of the incomplete, the sadness that is often Life, but should never be Art.

There's never any great risk as long as you have money.

Passion does not blind. No. Passion is sanity, and the woman you love, she is the only person you will ever really understand.

Let her go to Italy!" he cried. "Let her meddle with what she doesn't understand!