She poured out the liquid music of her voice to quench the thirst of his spirit.

The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease. The happy man inevitably confines himself within ancient limits.

The founders of a new colony, whatever Utopia of human virtue and happiness they might originally project, have invariably recognized it among their earliest practical necessities to allot a portion of the virgin soil as a cemetery, and another portion as the site of a prison.

This greatest mortal consolation, which we derive from the transitoriness of all things-from the right of saying, in every conjuncture, "This, too, will pass away.

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

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

It is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom. Each, in its utmost development, supposes a high degree of intimacy and heart-knowledge; each renders one individual dependent for the food of his affections and spiritual life upon another; each leaves the passionate lover, or the no less passionate hater, forlorn and desolate by the withdrawal of his object.