All around us lies what we neither understand nor use. Our capacities, our instincts for this our present sphere are but half developed. Let us confine ourselves to that till the lesson be learned; let us be completely natural; before we trouble ourselves with the supernatural. I never see any of these things but I long to get away and lie under a green tree and let the wind blow on me. There is marvel and charm enough in that for me.

The man of science dissects the statement, verifies the facts, and demonstrates connection even where he cannot its purpose.

Men for the sake of getting a living forget to live.

While any one is base, none can be entirely free and noble.

I am 'too fiery'... yet I wish to be seen as I am and I would lose all rather than soften away anything.

Give me truth; cheat me by no illusion.

Who can ever be alone for a moment in Italy? Every stone has a voice, every grain of dust seems instinct with spirit from the Past, every step recalls some line, some legend of long-neglected lore.