She had an immense curiosity about life, and was constantly staring and wondering.
Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.
Ideas are, in truth, force.
Art without life is a poor affair.
A swift carriage, of a dark night, rattling with four horses over roads that one can’t see--that’s my idea of happiness.
Though there are some disagreeable things in Venice there is nothing so disagreeable as the visitors.