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

There is no short-cut no patent tram-road, to wisdom. After all the centuries of invention, the soul's path lies through the thorny wilderness which must still be trodden in solitude, with bleeding feet, with sobs for help, as it was trodden by them of old time.

We cannot reform our forefathers.

Anger seek it prey,-- Something to tear with sharp-edged tooth and claw, Like not to go off hungry, leaving Love To feast on milk and honeycomb at will.

The fact is, both callers and work thicken - the former sadly interfering with the latter.

You are a good young man," she said. "But I do not like husbands. I will never have another.

Men and women are but children of a larger growth.