Little children are still the symbol of the eternal marriage between love and duty.
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.
I think cheerfulness is a fortune in itself.
It is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view.
In Rome it seems as if there were so many things which are more wanted in the world than pictures.
Is it not rather what we expect in men, that they should have numerous strands of experience lying side by side and never compare them with each other?