Rome ... seems to me the place in the world where one can best dispense with happiness.

When marriage is what it ought to be, it is indeed the very happiest condition of existence.

I have been taking my daily walk round the island, and visited the sugar mill and the threshing mill again.

The spring is already here with her hands full of flowers.

children are made of eyes and ears, and nothing, however minute, escapes their microscopic observation.

I have been out again on the river, rowing. I find nothing new.

Place, time, life, death, earth, heaven are divisions and distinctions we make, like the imaginary lines we trace upon the surface of the globe.