And I have the sunset, and the Tuscan wine, and the white teeth of the women in Rome. I am a traveler in Romance.

He did not care upon what terms he satisfied his passion. He had even a mad, melodramatic idea to drug her.

It has amazed me that the most incongruous traits should exist in the same person and, for all that, yield a plausible harmony.

It requires the feminine temperament to repeat the same thing three times with unabated zest.

She alone had been blind to his merit. Why? Because he loved her and she did not love him. What was it in the human heart that made you despise a man because he loved you?

Freedom! That was the thought that sung in her heart so that even though the future was so dim, it was iridescent like the mist over the river where the morning sun fell upon it. Freedom! Not only freedom from a bond that irked, and a companionship which depressed her; freedom, not only from the death which had threatened, but freedom from the love that had degraded her; freedom from all spiritual ties, the freedom of a disembodied spirit, and with freedom, courage , and a valiant unconcern for whatever was to come.

You tend to close your eyes to truth, beauty and goodness because they give no scope to your sense of the ridiculous.