A woman's best love letters are always written to the man she is betraying.

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

The national characteristics... the restless metaphysical curiosity, the tenderness of good living and the passionate individualism. This is the invisible constant in a place with which the ordinary tourist can get in touch just by sitting quite quietly over a glass of wine in a Paris bistro.

Music is only love looking for words.

We are all hunting for rational reasons for believing in the absurd.

Whatever the heart desires, it purchases at the cost of soul

He thought and suffered a good deal but he lacked the resolution to dare--the first requisite of a practitioner.