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

Mistrust all enterprises that require new clothes.

I think you’re beautiful, the only beautiful person I’ve ever seen. I love your voice and everything to do with you, down to your clothes or the room you are sitting in. I adore you.

A critic has no right to the narrowness which is the frequent prerogative of the creative artist.

Let yourself go. Pull out from the depths those thoughts that you do not understand, and spread them out in the sunlight and know the meaning of them.

A facade of skyscrapers facing a lake and behind the facade, every type of dubiousness.

He educated Maurice, or rather his spirit educated Maurice's spirit, for they themselves became equal. Neither thought "Am I led; am I leading?" Love had caught him out of triviality and Maurice out of bewilderment in order that two imperfect souls might touch perfection.