Every great crisis of human history is a pass of Thermopylae, and there is always a Leonidas and his three hundred to die in it, if they can not conquer.

Romance like a ghost escapes touching; it is always where you are not, not where you are. The interview or conversation was prose at the time, but it is poetry in the memory.

Life is a rich strain of music, suggesting a realm too fair to be.

Good taste consists first upon fitness.

A river is the cosiest of friends. You must love it and live with it before you can know it.

In the journey of the year, the autumn is Venice, spring is Naples, certainly, and the majestic maturity of summer is Rome.

Our great social and political advantage is opportunity.