To the sun Rome owes its underlying glow, and its air called golden - to me, more the yellow of white wine; like wine it raises agreeability to poetry.
Dogs are a habit, I think.
It is not helpful to help a friend by putting coins in his pockets when he has got holes in his pockets.
Convention was our safeguard: could one have stronger?
Autumn arrives in the early morning.
... it appears to me that problems, inherent in any writing, loom unduly large when one looks ahead. Though nothing is easy, little is quite impossible.