There is no phase of the Italian mind that has not found expression in its music.

Half the misery in the world comes of want of courage to speak and to hear the truth plainly and in a spirit of love.

Sweet souls around us watch us still, press nearer to our side; Into our thoughts, into our prayers, with gentle helpings glide.

If you were not already my dearly loved husband I should certainly fall in love with you.

The greater the interest involved in a truth the more careful, self-distrustful, and patient should be the inquiry.

Gems, in fact, are a species of mineral flowers; they are the blossoms of the dark, hard mine; and what they want in perfume, they make up in durability.

There are in this world blessed souls, whose sorrows all spring up into joys for others; whose earthly hopes, laid in the grave with many tears, are the seed from which spring healing flowers and balm for the desolate and the distressed.