Those bitter sorrows of childhood!-- when sorrow is all new and strange, when hope has not yet got wings to fly beyond the days and weeks, and the space from summer to summer seems measureless.

Perfect love has a breath of poetry which can exalt the relations of the least-instructed human beings.

Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another.

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

Hear Everything and judge for yourself

I think I am quite wicked with roses. I like to gather them, and smell them till they have no scent left.

It's no use filling your pocket with money if you have got a hole in the corner.