Italians love sun, sin, and spaghetti.

Italians love sun, sin, and spaghetti.

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

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.

We owe something to extravagance, for thrift and adventure seldom go hand in hand.

What is love without passion? - A garden without flowers, a hat without feathers, tobogganing without snow.

You may be a princess or the richest woman in the world, but you cannot be more than a lady.