Echo is the voice of a reflection in a mirror.

We dream in our waking moments, and walk in our sleep.

Eager souls, mystics and revolutionaries, may propose to refashion the world in accordance with their dreams; but evil remains, and so long as it lurks in the secret places of the heart, utopia is only the shadow of a dream

It is not good for man to cherish a solitary ambition. Unless there be those around him, by whose example he may regulate himself, his thoughts, desires, and hopes will become extravagant, and he the semblance, perhaps the reality, of a madman

We sometimes congratulate ourselves.

Such has often been my apathy, when objects long sought, and earnestly desired, were placed within my reach.

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