One doesn't come to Italy for niceness," was the retort; "one comes for life. Buon giorno! Buon giorno!
Life is easy to chronicle, but bewildering to practice.
Either life entails courage, or it ceases to be life.
To make us feel small in the right way is a function of art; men can only make us feel small in the wrong way.
Unless we remember we cannot understand.
England has always been disinclined to accept human nature.