Illness is regarded as a crime, and crime is regarded as illness.
In the face of evil, detachment is a dubious virtue.
One can be tired of Rome after three weeks and feel one has exhausted it; after three months one feels that one has not even scratched the surface of Rome; and after six months one wishes never to leave it.
There are no original ideas. There are only original people.
Rome is all things high and low. It is like God, it accommodates so much.
The most painful moral struggles are not those between good and evil, but between the good and the lesser good.