Music sweeps by me as a messenger - Carrying a message that is not for me

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

No great deed is done by falterers who ask for certainty.

In so complex a thing as human nature, we must consider it is hard to find rules without exception.

There is no hour that has not its births of gladness and despair, no morning brightness that does not bring new sickness to desolation as well as new forces to genius and love. There are so many of us, and our lots are so different, what wonder that Nature's mood is often in harsh contrast with the great crisis of our lives?

History, we know, is apt to repeat itself.

If I have read religious history aright, faith, hope, and charity have not always been found in a direct ratio with a sensibility to the three concords; and it is possible, thank heaven! to have very erroneous theories and very sublime feelings.