Italians love sun, sin, and spaghetti.

He [Winston Churchill] has a future and I have a past, so we should be all right.

It is so tempting to try the most difficult thing possible.

Italians love sun, sin, and spaghetti.

Life means work, and hard work, if you mean to succeed.

The vicissitudes of life resemble one of those gilded balls seen in a fountain. Thrown up by the force of the water, it flies up and down - now at the top, catching the rays of the sun, now cast into the depths, then again shooting up, sometimes so high that it escapes altogether, and falls to the ground.

Alma: I rather suspect her of being in love with him. Martin: Her own husband? Monstrous! What a selfish woman!