In Rome it seems as if there were so many things which are more wanted in the world than pictures.
To the old, sorrow is sorrow; to the young, it is despair.
So deeply inherent is it in this life of ours that men have to suffer for each other's sins, so inevitably diffusive is human suffering, that even justice makes its victims, and we can conceive no retribution that does not spread beyond its mark in pulsations of unmerited pain.
No compliment can be eloquent, except as an expression of indifference.
Animals are such agreeable friends.
Habit is the beneficent harness of routine which enables silly men to live respectfully and unhappy men to live calmly