If I had to choose between betraying my country and betraying my friend, I hope I should have the guts to betray my country.

What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?

Let us think of people as starting life with an experience they forget and ending it with one which they anticipate but cannot understand.

“It is Fate that I am here,” persisted George. “But you can call it Italy if it makes you less unhappy.”

Roger Fry is painting me. It is too like me at present, but he is confident he will be able to alter that. Post-Impressionism is at present confined to my lower lip... and to my chin.

Science explained people, but could not understand them. After long centuries among the bones and muscles it might be advancing to knowledge of the nerves, but this would never give understanding

It is the starved imagination, not the well nourished, that is afraid.