The only form of fiction in which real characters do not seem out of place is history. In novels they are detestable.

Palermo was lovely. The most beautifully situated town in the world - it dreams away its life in the Conca d'Oro, the exquisite valley that lies between two seas. The lemon groves and the orange gardens were entirely perfect.

Philosophy is like a normal personal organizer, but it's smaller than a matchbox.

Beauty is the only thing that time cannot harm. Philosophies fall away like sand, and creeds follow one another like the withered leaves of Autumn; but what is beautiful is a joy for all seasons and a possession for all eternity.

Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.

One has a right to judge a man by the effect he has over his friends.

Don't imagine that your perfection lies in accumulating or possessing external things. Your affection is inside of you.