Surely the only sound foundation for a civilization is a sound state of mind.

Hope, politeness, the blowing of a nose, the squeak of a boot, all produce "boum.

They go forth [into the world] with well-developed bodies, fairly developed minds and undeveloped hearts. An undeveloped heart - not a cold one. The difference is important.

Beauty ought to look a little surprised: it is the emotion that best suits her face. The beauty who does not look surprised, who accepts her position as her due - she reminds us too much of a prima donna.

But this time I'm not to blame; I want you to believe that. I simply slipped into those violets. No, I want to be really truthful. I am a little to blame. The sky, you know, was gold, and the ground all blue, and for a moment he looked like some one in a book.

Italy and London are the only places where I don't feel to exist on sufferance.

One is certain of nothing but the truth of one's own emotions.