You never meet them in the good society you frequent.

If the demands of the middle class were to be complied with, everything would be overturned.

Have you any wish to see manufactories erected round St.Peter's and turnip fields about the fountain of Egeria?
These native shopkeepers seem to imagine the country belongs to them because they happen to be born in it.

Can one conceive a more ridiculous pretension?
Let them know that Rome is the property in copartnership of people of birth, of people of taste, and of artists.

It is a museum confided to the guardianship of the Holy Father; a museum of old monuments, old pictures, and old institutions.