When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Rome falls--the World.

Then farewell, Horace; whom I hated so, Not for thy faults, but mine.

I have no consistency, except in politics; and that probably arises from my indifference to the subject altogether.

On the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.

Fare thee well, and if for ever Still for ever fare thee well.

Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.

There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.