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

It is my fate and perhaps my temperament to sign agreements with fools.

It is easy to face Death and Fate, and the things that sound so dreadful. It is on my muddles that I look back with horror--on thethings that I might have avoided.

Charm, in most men and nearly all women, is a decoration.

The emotions may be endless. The more we express them, the more we may have to express.

The advance of regret can be so gradual that it is impossible to say "yesterday I was happy, today I am not.

I seem fated to pass through the world without colliding with it or moving it — and I'm sure I can't tell you whether the fate's good or evil. I don't die — I don't fall in love. And if other people die or fall in love they always do it when I'm just not there.