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.

Pity that consequences are determined not by excuses but by actions!

Wear a smile and have friends; wear a scowl and have wrinkles.

Oh may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence.

It is necessary to me, not simply to be but to utter, and I require utterance of my friends.

We are all of us imaginative in some form or other, for images are the brood of desire.

All honour and reverence to the divine beauty of form! Let us cultivate it to the utmost in men, women and children -- in our gardens and in our houses. But let us love that other beauty too, which lies in no secret of proportion but in the secret of deep human sympathy.