Rome ... Seems To Me The Place

The Death I Should Prefer Would Be To Break My Neck Off The Back Of A Good Horse At A Full Gallop On A Fine Day.

A Great Number Of The Women Are Victims To Falling Of The Womb And Weakness In The Spine; But These Are Necessary Results Of Their Laborious Existence, And Do Not Belong Either To Climate Or Constitution.

Yesterday Morning I Amused Myself With An Exercise Of A Talent I Once Possessed, But Have So Neglected That My Performance Might Almost Be Called An Experiment. I Cut Out A Dress For One Of The Women.

I Never Desire To Know Anything Of The Detail Of Political Measures, Lest Even Those Which I Think Best Should Lose Anything Of Their Intrinsic Value To Me, By Seeing What Low, Paltry, Personal Motives And Base Machinery And Dirty Hands Have Helped To Bring Them About.

Assuredly Of All Earthly Conditions Uncertainty Is The Most Unblest.