Mistrust all enterprises that require new clothes.

She must be assured that it is not a criminal offense to love at first sight.

The work of art assumes the existence of the perfect spectator, and is indifferent to the fact that no such person exists.

We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand.

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

Pity wraps the student of the past in an ambrosial cloud, and washes his limbs with eternal youth.

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