...the Tourist Venice Is Venice.

Being Abroad Makes You Conscious Of The Whole Imitative Side Of Human Behavior. The Ape In Man.

Love Of Truth, Ordinary Common Truth Recognizable To Everyone, Is The Ruling Passion Of The Novel.

Venice Is The Worlds Unconscious: A Misers Glittering Hoard, Guarded By A Beast Whose Eyes Are Made Of White Agate, And By A Saint Who Is Really A Prince Who Has Just Slain A Dragon.

What I Really Do Is Take Real Plums And Put Them In An Imaginary Cake.

The Strongest Argument For The Un-materialistic Character Of American Life Is That We Tolerate Conditions That Are, From A Materialistic Point Of View, Intolerable.