A perverted moral judgment belongs to the dogmatic system.

It's never too late to be who you were meant to be.

Hatred is like fire, it makes even light rubbish deadly.

When one is five-and-twenty, one has not chalk-stones at one's finger-ends that the touch of a handsome girl should be entirely indifferent.

In Rome it seems as if there were so many things which are more wanted in the world than pictures.

Of new acquaintances one can never be sure because one likes them one day that it will be so the next. Of old friends one is sure that it will be the same yesterday, today, and forever.

It is an uneasy lot at best, to be what we call highly taught and yet not to enjoy: to be present at this great spectacle of life and never to be liberated from a small hungry shivering self.