I sometimes fancy," said Hilda, on whose susceptibility the scene always made a strong impression, "that Rome--mere Rome--will crowd everything else out of my heart.

Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them.

What, in the name of common-sense, had I to do with any better society than I had always lived in?

Let us acknowledge it wiser, if not more sagacious to follow out one's day-dream to its natural consummation, although if the vision has been worth the having, it is certain never to be consummated otherwise than by a failure.

Death possesses a good deal, of real estate, namely, the graveyard in every town.

Sunlight is painting.

What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one's self!