Everything about Florence seems to be colored with a mild violet, like diluted wine.
Ideas are, in truth, forces. Infinite, too, is the power of personality. A union of the two always makes history.
Do not mind anything that anyone tells you about anyone else. Judge everyone and everything for yourself.
Always keep a window in the attic open; not just cracked: open.
Writing is not primarily escape, but use.
A swift carriage, of a dark night, rattling with four horses over roads that one can’t see--that’s my idea of happiness.