To the old, sorrow is sorrow; to the young, it is despair.

Ah! but the moods lie in his nature, my boy, just as much as his reflections did, and more. A man can never do anything at variance with his own nature. He carries within him the germ of his most exceptional action; and if we wise people make eminent fools of ourselves on any particular occasion, we must endure the legitimate conclusion that we carry a few grains of folly to our ounce of wisdom.

Starting a long way off the true point, and proceeding by loops and zigzags , we now and then arrive just where we ought to be.

Childhood has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow.

I think cheerfulness is a fortune in itself.

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.

Imagination is a licensed trespasser: it has no fear of dogs, but may climb over walls and peep in at windows with impunity.