it is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom.

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.

But there is a fatality, a feeling so irresistible and inevitable that it has the force of doom, which almost invariably compels human beings to linger around and haunt, ghost-like, the spot where some great and marked event has given the colour to their lifetime; and, still the more irresistibly, the darker the tinge that saddens it.

When scattered clouds are resting on the bosoms of hills, it seems as if one might climb into the heavenly region, earth being so intermixed with sky, and gradually transformed into it.

A hero cannot be a hero unless in a heroic world.

I wonder that we Americans love our country at all, it having no limits and no oneness; and when you try to make it a matter of the heart, everything falls away except one's native State; -neither can you seize hold of that, unless you tear it out of the Union, bleeding and quivering.