How well I would write if I were not here!

...and every Wednesday the perfumed young lady slips me a hundred-crown note to leave her alone with the convict. And by Thursday the hundred crowns are already gone in so much beer. And when the visiting hour is over, the young lady comes out with the stink of jail in her elegant clothes; and the prisoner goes back to his cell with the lady's perfume in his jailbird's suit. And I'm left with the smell of beer. Life is nothing but trading smells.

Memory's images, once they are fixed in words, are erased," Polo said. "Perhaps I am afraid of losing Venice all at once, if I speak of it, or perhaps, speaking of other cities, I have already lost it, little by little.

A classic is the term given to any book which comes to represent the whole universe, a book on a par with ancient talismans.

The soul is often in the surface, and the importance of 'depth' is overestimated.

You take delight not in a city's seven or seventy wonders, but in the answer it gives to a question of yours.

Memories images, once they are fixed in words, are erased.