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

People who live at a distance are naturally less faulty than those immediately under our own eyes.

Nature repairs her ravages,--repairs them with her sunshine and with human labor.

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

When one is grateful for something too good for common thanks, writing is less unsatisfactory than speech-one does not, at least, hear how inadequate the words are.

... we are most of us brought up in the notion that the highest motive for not doing a wrong is something irrespective of the beings who would suffer the wrong.

Every woman is supposed to have the same set of motives, or else to be a monster.