As To Marriage, I Think

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 Know Of No Inquiry Which The Impulses Of Man Suggests That Is Forbidden To The Resolution Of Man To Pursue.

When The Intellect And Affections Are In Harmony; When Intellectual Consciousness Is Calm And Deep; Inspiration Will Not Be Confounded With Fancy.

The Arabian Horse Will Not Plough Well, Nor Can The Plough-horse Be Rode To Play The Jereed.

What A Difference It Makes To Come Home To A Child!