There are moods in which one feels the impulse to enter a tacit protest against too gross an appetite for pure aesthetics in this starving and sinning world. One turns half away, musingly, from certain beautiful useless things.
I think patriotism is like charity -- it begins at home.
Everything about Florence seems to be colored with a mild violet, like diluted wine.
We care what happens to people only in proportion as we know what people are.
I adore adverbs; they are the only qualifications I really much respect.
It had been agreed between them that lighted candles at wayside inns, in strange countries amid mountain scenery, gave the evening meal a peculiar poetry.