When people ask for time, it's always for time to say no. Yes has one more letter in it, but it doesn't take half as long to say.

It is the omnipresent rush of water which give the Este Gardens their peculiar character. From the Anio, drawn up the hillside at incalculable cost and labour, a thousand rills gush downward, terrace by terrace, channeling the stone rails of the balusters, leaping from step to step, dripping into mossy conches, flashing in spray from the horns of sea-gods and the jaws of mythical monsters, or forcing themselves in irrepressible overflow down the ivy-matted banks.

Life's just a perpetual piecing together of broken bits.

Inkstands and tea-cups are never as full as when one upsets them.

I begin to see what marriage is for. It's to keep people away from each other. Sometimes I think that two people who love each other can be saved from madness only by the things that come between them - children, duties, visits, bores, relations - the things that protect married people from each other.

Since the Americans have ceased to have dyspepsia, they have lost the only thing that gave them any expression.

Blessed are the pure in heart for they have so many more things to talk about.