Italians love sun, sin, and spaghetti.

What is love without passion? - A garden without flowers, a hat without feathers, tobogganing without snow.

Alma: I rather suspect her of being in love with him. Martin: Her own husband? Monstrous! What a selfish woman!

The vicissitudes of life resemble one of those gilded balls seen in a fountain. Thrown up by the force of the water, it flies up and down - now at the top, catching the rays of the sun, now cast into the depths, then again shooting up, sometimes so high that it escapes altogether, and falls to the ground.

Life is not always not always what one wants it to be., but to make the best of it as it is the only way of being happy.

It is so tempting to try the most difficult thing possible.

I shall never get used to not being the most beautiful woman in the room. It was an intoxication to sweep in and know every man had turned his head. It kept me in form.

We owe something to extravagance, for thrift and adventure seldom go hand in hand.

There is no such thing as a moral dress. It's people who are moral or immoral.