I don't know as I am fit for anything and I have thought that I could wish to die young and let the remembrance of me and my faults perish in the grave rather than live, as I fear I do, a trouble to everyone.... Sometimes I could not sleep and have groaned and cried till midnight.

I am one of the sort that lives by throwing stones at other people's glass houses, but I never mean to put up one for them to stone.

The same quickness which makes a mind buoyant in gladness often makes it gentlest and most sympathetic in sorrow.

Why don't somebody wake up to the beauty of old women?

I am speaking now of the highest duty we owe our friends, the noblest, the most sacred - that of keeping their own nobleness, goodness, pure and incorrupt. If we let our friend become cold and selfish and exacting without remonstrance, we are no true lover, no true friend.

There is no phase of the Italian mind that has not found expression in its music.

the delicacy that respects a friend's silence is one of the charms of life.