I don't want everyone to like me; I should think less of myself if some people did.

Ideas are, in truth, force.

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.

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

I've struck up a tremendous intimacy with Conte Alberto, and we literally can't live without each other. He is the first object my eyes greet in the morning, and the last at night.

You seemed to me to be soaring far up in the blue - to be sailing in the bright light, over the heads of men. Suddenly some one tosses up a faded rosebud - a missile that should never have reached you - and down you drop to the ground.

His kiss was like white lightning, a flash that spread, and spread again, and stayed.