Aziz winked at him slowly and said: “...There are many ways of being a man; mine is to express what is deepest in my heart.

Railway termini are our gates to the glorious and the unknown. Through them we pass out into adventure and sunshine, to them, alas! we return.

Tolerance is a very dull virtue. It is boring. Unlike love, it has always had a bad press. It is negative. It merely means putting up with people, being able to stand things.

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

The historian must have some conception of how men who are not historians behave. Otherwise he will move in a world of the dead. He can only gain that conception through personal experience, and he can only use his personal experiences when he is a genius.

Let her go to Italy!" he cried. "Let her meddle with what she doesn't understand!

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