Autobiography Is A Preemptive Strike Against Biographers.

There Are No Inanimate Objects.

Rome Is All Things High And Low. It Is Like God, It Accommodates So Much.

One Can Be Tired Of Rome After Three Weeks And Feel One Has Exhausted It; After Three Months One Feels That One Has Not Even Scratched The Surface Of Rome; And After Six Months One Wishes Never To Leave It.

Kindness And Intelligence Don't Always Deliver Us From The Pitfalls And Traps: There Are Always Failures Of Love, Of Will, Of Imagination. There Is No Way To Take The Danger Out Of Human Relationships.

We Are All Proprietary Toward Cities We Love. 'ah, You Should Have Seen Her When I Loved Her!' We Say, Reciting Glories Since Faded Or Defiled, Trusting Her To No One Else; That Others Should Know And Love Her In Her Present Fallen State (for She Must Fall Without Our Vigilant Love) Is A Species Of Betrayal.