Rome - the city of visible history, where the past of a whole hemisphere seems moving in funeral procession with strange ancestral images and trophies gathered from afar.
It is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view.
How can one ever do anything nobly Christian, living among people with such petty thoughts?
Every man's work, pursued steadily, tends to become an end in itself, and so to bridge over the loveless chasms of his life.
Even when she was speaking, her soul was in prayer reposing on an unseen support.
Even people whose lives have been made various by learning sometimes find it hard to keep a fast hold on their habitual views of life, on their faith in the Invisible - nay, on the sense that their pa...
Nothing is so good as it seems beforehand.
There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire it is hardly a passion, but a blight bred in the cloudy, damp despondency of uneasy egoism.
No evil dooms us hopelessly except the evil we love, and desire to continue in, and make no effort to escape from.
But with regard to critical occasions, it often happens that all moments seem comfortably remote until the last.
A medical man likes to make psychological observations, and sometimes in the pursuit of such studies is too easily tempted into momentous prophecy which life and death easily set at nought.
Speech may be barren but it is ridiculous to suppose that silence is always brooding on a nestful of eggs.
It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses, we must plant more roses.
No story is the same to us after a lapse of time or rather we who read it are no longer the same interpreters.
Animals are such agreeable friends - they ask no questions they pass no criticisms.
For what is love itself, for the one we love best? An enfolding of immeasurable cares which yet are better than any joys outside our love.
We have all got to exert ourselves a little to keep sane, and call things by the same names as other people call them by.
We cannot help the way in which people speak of us . . .
Timid people always reek their peevishness on the gentle.
Society never made the preposterous demand that a man should think as much about his own qualifications for making a charming girl happy as he thinks of hers for making himself happy.