Venice, it's temples and palaces did seem like fabrics of enchantment piled to heaven.

A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own. The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.

It's fascinating to travel around Italy and realize just how many different ways they make spaghetti.

Traveling is the ruin of all happiness! There's no looking at a building after seeing Italy.

I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs; / A palace and a prison on each hand.

Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed, - but it returneth.