What a happy and holy fashion it is that those who love one another should rest on the same pillow.

A man's bewilderment is the measure of his wisdom.

Happiness is like a butterfly.

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

Nobody, I think, ought to read poetry, or look at pictures or statues, who cannot find a great deal more in them than the poet or artist has actually expressed. Their highest merit is suggestiveness.

Death is so genuine a fact that it excludes falsehoods, or betrays its emptiness; it is a touchstone that proves the gold, and dishonors the baser metal.

The traveller knows not who may be concealed by the innumerable trunks and the thick boughs overhead; so that with lonely footsteps he may yet be passing through an unseen multitude.