All things journey: sun and moon, Morning, noon, and afternoon, Night and all her stars; 'Twixt the east and western bars Round they journey, Come and go! We go with them!

In Rome it seems as if there were so many things which are more wanted in the world than pictures.

Every limit is a beginning as well as an ending.

Her little butterfly soul fluttered incessantly between memory and dubious expectation.

If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence.

Breed is stronger than pasture.

... we all know the wag's definition of a philanthropist: a man whose charity increases directly as the square of the distance.