London is the epitome of our times, and the Rome of to-day.

Man is physical as well as metaphysical, a thing of shreds and patches, borrowed unequally from good and bad ancestors, and a misfit from the start.

That which dominates our imagination and our thoughts will determine our life and character.

The soul comes from without into the human body, as into a temporary abode, and it goes out of it anew… it passes into other habitations, for the soul is immortal.

Nature is methodical, and doeth her work well. Time is never to be hurried.

Self-command is the main elegance.

The only thing grief has taught me is to know how shallow it is.