How is it possible to sayan unkind or irreverential word of Rome? The city of all time, and of all the world!

Life, within doors, has few pleasanter prospects than a neatly-arranged and well-provisioned breakfast-table.

There is evil in every human heart, which may remain latent, perhaps, through the whole of life; but circumstances may rouse it to activity.

But, all this while, I was giving myself very unnecessary alarm. Providence had mediated better things for me than I could possibly imagine for myself.

I find nothing so singular to life as that everything appears to lose its substance the instant one actually grapples with it.

One picture in ten thousand, perhaps, ought to live in the applause of mankind, from generation to generation until the colors fade and blacken out of sight or the canvas rot entirely away.

A few feathery flakes are scattered widely through the air, and hover downward with uncertain flight, now almost alighting on the earth, now whirled again aloft into remote regions of the atmosphere.