Our selfishness is so robust and many-clutching that, well encouraged, it easily devours all sustenance away from our poor little scruples.

Worldly faces never look so worldly as at a funeral. They have the same effect of grating incongruity as the sound of a coarse voice breaking the solemn silence of night.

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

It is painful to be told that anything is very fine and not be able to feel that it is fine--something like being blind, while people talk of the sky.

Affection is the broadest basis of a good life.

In poor Rosamond's mind there was not room enough for luxuries to look small in.

In the vain laughter of folly wisdom hears half its applause.