No summer ever came back, and no two summers ever were alike. Times change, and people change; and if our hearts do not change as readily, so much the worse for us.

When an uninstructed multitude attempts to see with its eyes, it is exceedingly apt to be deceived.

And there I sat, long long ago, waiting for the world to know me.

The trees reflected in the river - they are unconscious of a spiritual world so near to them. So are we.

The inward pleasure of imparting pleasure - that is the choicest of all.

In all her intercourse with society, however, there was nothing that made her feel as if she belonged to it... She stood apart from mortal interests, yet close beside them, like a ghost that revisits the familiar fireside, and can no longer make itself seen or felt.

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