One has to spend many years in learning how to be happy.

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

What destroys us most effectively is not a malign fate but our own capacity for self-deception and for degrading our own best self.

Vague memories hang about the mind like cobwebs.

You must love your work and not always be looking over the edge of it wanting your play to begin.

I think what we call the dullness of things is a disease in ourselves. Else how could anyone find an intense interest in life? And many do.

We have all got to exert ourselves a little to keep sane, and call things by the same names as other people call them by.