One doesn't defend one's god: one's god is in himself a defense.

There are women who are for all your 'times of life.' They're the most wonderful sort.

And remember this, that if you've been hated, you've also been loved.

Everything about Florence seems to be colored with a mild violet, like diluted wine.

There were always people to snatch at you, and it would never occur to them that they were eating you up. They did that without tasting.

The only obligation to which in advance we may hold a novel, without incurring the accusation of being arbitrary, is that it be interesting.

Novelist-Citizen of Two Countries Interpreter of his Generation on both Sides of the Sea.