A city becomes a world when one loves one of its inhabitants.

We are the children of our landscape; it dictates behavior and even thought in the measure to which we are responsive to it.

She took kisses like so many coats of paint […] how long and how vainly I searched for excuses which might make her amorality if not palatable at lest understandable. I realize now the time I wasted in this way; instead of enjoying her and turning aside from these preoccupations with the thought, ‘She is untrustworthy as she is beautiful. She takes love as plants do water, lightly, thoughtlessly.

It is the duty of every patriot to hate his country creatively.

The heaviest impact of the work of art is in the guts. Art does not reason. It manhandles you and changes you.

Love is like trench warfare - you cannot see the enemy, but you know he is there and that it is wiser to keep your head down.

Who invented the human heart, I wonder? Tell me, and then show me the place where he was hanged.