To the receptive soul the river of life pauseth not, nor is diminished.

O the anguish of the thought that we can never atone to our dead for the stinted affection we gave them.

I not only want to be loved, I want to be told that I'm loved.

What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity.

Rome - the city of visible history, where the past of a whole hemisphere seems moving in funeral procession with strange ancestral images and trophies gathered from afar.

It is better sometimes not to follow great reformers of abuses beyond the threshold of their homes.

There is one order of beauty which seems made to turn heads. It is a beauty like that of kittens, or very small downy ducks making gentle rippling noises with their soft bills, or babies just beginning to toddle.