We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.

I am certainly an ought and not a must.

Pity wraps the student of the past in an ambrosial cloud, and washes his limbs with eternal youth.

We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand.

For our vanity is such that we hold our own characters immutable, and we are slow to acknowledge that they have changed, even for the better.

As her time in Florence drew to a close she was only at ease amongst those to whom she felt indifferent.

She only felt that the candle would burn better, the packing go easier, the world be happier, if she could give and receive some human love.