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Life, wrote a friend of mine, is a public performance on the violin, in which you must learn the instrument as you go along.

You are young, dears, and however clever young people are, and however many books they read, they will never guess what it feels like to grow old.

One's doesn't come to Italy for niceness, was the retort; one comes for life.

I hardly know George, for he hasn't learnt to talk yet. He seems a nice creature, and I think he has brains. 😅