The voice is a wild thing. It can't be bred in captivity.

All Southern women wished of their menfolk was simply to be 'like Paris handsome and like Hector brave'.

Miracles surround us at every turn if we but sharpen our perceptions of them.

The world is little, people are little, human life is little. There is only one big thing — desire.

One summer evening in the year 1848, three Cardinals and a missionary were dining together in the gardens of a villa in the Sabine hills, overlooking Rome.

Ah! the terror and the delight of that moment when first we fear ourselves! Until then we have not lived.

New things are always ugly.