Spirit of place! It is for this we travel, to surprise its subtlety; and where it is a strong and dominant angel, that place, seen once, abides entire in the memory with all its own accidents, its habits, its breath, its name.

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

Our fathers valued change for the sake of its results; we value it in the act.

Childhood is but change made gay and visible.

Play is not for every hour of the day, or for any hour taken at random. There is a tide in the affairs of children. Civilization is cruel in sending them to bed at the most stimulating time of dusk.

I come from nothing: but from where come the undying thoughts I bear?

If there is a look of human eyes that tells of perpetual loneliness, so there is also the familiar look that is the sign of perpetual crowds.