Venice, as a city, was a foundling, floating upon the waters like Moses in his basket among the bulrushes.

Every age has a keyhole to which its eye is pasted.

Morality did not keep well; it required stable conditions; it was costly; it was subject to variations, and the market for it was uncertain.

Who are the advertising men kidding, besides the European tourist? Between the tired, sad, gentle faces of the subway riders and the grinning Holy Families of the Ad-Mass, there exists no possibility of even a wishful identification.

When an American heiress wants to buy a man, she at once crosses the Atlantic. The only really materialistic people I have ever met have been Europeans.

If one means by style the voice, the irreducible and always recognizable and alive thing, then of course style is really everything.

The relation between life and literature - a final antimony - is one of mutual plagiarism.