There is no real wealth but the labour of man. Were the mountains of gold and the valleys of silver, the world would not be one grain of corn the richer; no one comfort would be added to the human race.

Thou Paradise of exiles, Italy!

Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.

A pard-like spirit, beautiful and swift.

The psychological and moral comfort of a presence at once humble and understanding-this is the greatest benefit that the dog has bestowed upon man.

Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.

How wonderful is death! Death and his brother sleep.