The black and merciless things that are behind the great possessions.

She had always been fond of history, and here [in Rome] was history in the stones of the street and the atoms of the sunshine.

What is either a picture or a novel that is not character?

Cats and monkeys; monkeys and cats; all human life is there.

Though there are some disagreeable things in Venice there is nothing so disagreeable as the visitors.

She had her own way of doing all that she did, and this is the simplest description of a character which, although by no means without liberal motions, rarely succeeded in giving an impression of suavity.

Take the word for it of a man who has made his way inch by inch, and does not believe that we'll wake up to find our work done because we've lain all night a-dreaming of it; anything worth doing is devilish hard to do!