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

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.

Salt is white and pure - there is something holy in salt.

Mountains are earth's undecaying monuments.

We are as happy as people can be, without making themselves ridiculous, and might be even happier; but, as a matter of taste, we choose to stop short at this point.

I find nothing so singular to life as that everything appears to lose its substance the instant one actually grapples with it.

The divine chemistry works in the subsoil.