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.

As her time in Florence drew to a close she was only at ease amongst those to whom she felt indifferent.

It comes to this then: there always have been people like me and always will be, and generally they have been persecuted.

It isn't possible to love and to part.

There was something better in life than this rub­bish, if only he could get to it—love—nobility—big spaces where passion clasped peace, spaces no science could reach, but they existed for ever, full of woods some of them, and arched with majestic sky and a friend. . .

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

The kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world.