Greece is not a country of happy mediums: everything there seems to be either wonderful or horrible.

To fall in love you have to be in the state of mind for it to take, like a disease.

Always be civil to the girls, you never know who they may marry.

Spring came late, but when it came it was hand-in-hand with summer, and almost at once everything was baking and warm, and in the villages the people danced every night on concrete dancing floors under the plane trees.

English doctors have killed 3/4 of my friends & the joke is the remaining 1/4 go on recommending them, so odd is human nature.

Sun, silence, and happiness.

One's emotions are intensified in Paris—one can be more happy and also more unhappy here than in any other place. But it is always a positive source of joy to live here, and there is nobody so miserable as a Parisian in exile from his town.