Every man is his own law court and punishes himself enough.
Honestly, I don't understand why people get so worked up about a little murder!
One situation – maybe one alone – could drive me to murder: family life, togetherness.
My imagination functions much better when I don't have to speak to people.
Life is a long failure of understanding ... a long, mistaken shutting of the heart.
He liked the fact that Venice had no cars. It made the city human. The streets were like veins, he thought, and the people were the blood, circulating everywhere.