We love a girl for very different qualities than understanding. We love her for her beauty, her youth, her mirth, her confidingness, her character, with its faults, caprices and God knows what other inexpressible charms; but we do not love her understanding.

If one doesn't know one's own country, one doesn't have standards for foreign countries.

Do not give in too much to feelings. A overly sensitive heart is an unhappy possession on this shaky earth.

If you want a wise answer, ask a reasonable question.

Yes, I have finally arrived to this Capital of the World! I now see all the dreams of my youth coming to life... Only in Rome is it possible to understand Rome.

The question "From where does the poet get it?" addresses only the what, nobody learns anything about the how when asking that question.

If your treat an individual... as if he were what he ought to be and could be, he will become what he ought to be and could be.