Everything about her was warm and soft and scented; even the stains of her grief became her as raindrops do the beaten rose.

Any rapidly enacted episode. . .should be seen through only one pair of eyes.

The real marriage of true minds is for any two people to possess a sense of humor or irony pitched in exactly the same key, so that their joint glances on any subject cross like interarching searchlights.

Ah, good conversation - there's nothing like it, is there? The air of ideas is the only air worth breathing.

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.

One of the great things about travel is you find out how many good, kind people there are.

Art is on the side of the oppressed. Think before you shudder at the simplistic dictum and its heretical definition of the freedom of art. For if art is freedom of the spirit, how can it exist within the oppressors?