It is fate that I am here,' George persisted, 'but you can call it Italy if it makes you less unhappy.
Men were not gods after all, but as human and as clumsy as girls.
. . . there are shadows because there are hills.
We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand.
Are not beauty and delicacy the same?
By the side of the everlasting Why there is a Yes--a transitory Yes if you like, but a Yes.
It isn't possible to love and to part.
You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you.
Have you ever noticed that there are people who do things which are most indelicate, and yet at the same time - beautiful?
I won't be protected. I will choose for myself what is ladylike and right. To shield me is an insult.
