Give Me Truth; Cheat Me By No

Two Persons Love In One Another The Future Good Which They Aid One Another To Unfold.

Who Can Ever Be Alone For A Moment In Italy? Every Stone Has A Voice, Every Grain Of Dust Seems Instinct With Spirit From The Past, Every Step Recalls Some Line, Some Legend Of Long-neglected Lore.

I Find No Intellect Comparable To My Own

Beware Of Over-great Pleasure In Being Popular Or Even Beloved. As Far As An Amiable Disposition And Powers Of Entertainment Make You So, It Is A Happiness; But If There Is One Grain Of Plausibility, It Is Poison.

We Need To Hear The Excuses Men Make To Themselves For Their Worthlessness.