In every parting there is an image of death.

She hates everything that is not what she longs for.

We are contented with our day when we have been able to bear our grief in silence, and act as if we were not suffering.

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.

There is a sort of human paste that when it comes near the fire of enthusiasm is only baked into harder shape.

If I could only fancy myself clever, it would be better, but to be a failure of Nature and to know it is not a comfortable lot. It is the last lesson one learns, to be contented with one's inferiority -- but it must be learned.

A perverted moral judgment belongs to the dogmatic system.