For people who live on expectations, to face up to their realization is something of an ordeal.

Curiosity in Rome is a form of courtesy.

History is not a book, arbitrarily divided into chapters, or a drama chopped into separate acts; it has flowed forward. Rome is a continuity, called 'eternal.' What has accumulated in this place acts on everyone, day and night, like an extra climate.

Sins cut boldly up through every class in society, but mere misdemeanours show a certain level in life.

Habit is not mere subjugation, it is a tender tie; when one remembers habit it seems to have been happiness.

All your youth you want to have your greatness taken for granted; when you find it taken for granted, you are unnerved.

Mr. [Aldous] Huxley has been the alarming young man for a long time, a sort of perpetual clever nephew who can be relied on to flutter the lunch party. Whatever will he say next? How does he think of those things? He has been deplored once or twice, but feeling is in his favor: he is steadily read. He is at once the truly clever person and the stupid person's idea of the clever person; he is expected to be relentless, to administer intellectual shocks.