Rome is all things high and low. It is like God, it accommodates so much.
Insanity is a lack of proportion.
Great unhappiness is incompatible with the belief that it will ever end.
Belief sometimes precedes understanding; faith sometimes precedes scientific evidence.
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.
Every house we have lived in, every building to which our hands have lent their work, belongs to us by virtue of love or of regret.