Rome in the ages, dimmed with all her towers, / Floats in the mist, a little cloud at tether.

There is nothing in the world more peaceful than apple - leaves with an early moon.

The true colour of life is the colour of the body, the colour of the covered red, the implicit and not explicit red of the living heart and the pulses. It is the modest colour of the unpublished blood.

There is something very cheerful and courageous in the setting-out of a child on a journey of speech with so small baggage and with so much confidence.

Rome in the ages, dimmed with all her towers, / Floats in the mist, a little cloud at tether.

Children have a fastidiousness that time is slow to cure. It is to be wondered, for example, whether if the elderly were half as hungry as children are they would yet find so many things at table to be detestable.

It is easy to replace man, and it will take no great time, when Nature has lapsed, to replace Nature.