She disliked confidences, for they might lead to self-knowledge and to that king of terrors — Light. - E. M. Forster

He longed for smut, but heard little and contributed less, and his chief indecencies were solitary.

A thousand little civilities create tenderness in time.

We residents sometimes pity you poor tourists not a little - handed about like a parcel of goods from Venice to Florence, from Florence to Rome, living herded together in pensions or hotels, quite unconscious of anything that is outside Baedeker, their one anxiety to get 'done' and 'through' and go somewhere else. The result is they mix up towns, rivers, palaces in one inextricable whirl.