Rome ... Seems To Me The Place

A Good Many Causes Tend To Make Good Masters And Mistresses Quite As Rare As Good Servants.... The Large And Rapid Fortunes By Which Vulgar And Ignorant People Become Possessed Of Splendid Houses, Splendidly Furnished, Do Not, Of Course, Give Them The Feelings And Manners Of Gentle Folks, Or In Any Way Really Raise Them Above The Servants They Employ, Who Are Quite Aware Of This Fact, And That The Possession Of Wealth Is Literally The Only Superiority Their Employers Have Over Them.

I Want To Do Everything In The World That Can Be Done.

A Sacred Burden Is This Life Ye Bear, Look On It, Lift It, Bear It Solemnly, Stand Up And Walk Beneath It Steadfastly; Fail Not For Sorrow, Falter Not For Sin, But Onward, Upward, Till The Goal Ye Win.

The Plodding Thrift And Scrupulous Integrity And Long-winded Patient Industry Of Our Business Men Of The Last Century Are Out Of Fashion In These "giddy-paced" Times, And England Is Forgetting That Those Who Make Haste To Be Rich Can Hardly Avoid Much Temptation And Some Sin.

I Have Sometimes Been Haunted With The Idea That It Was An Imperative Duty, Knowing What I Know, And Having Seen What I Have Seen, To Do All That Lies In My Power To Show The Dangers And The Evils Of This Frightful Institution.