We want to be in England late in June or very early in July, and some days belong to Paris as we pass, since Robert's family are resident there.

To leave Rome will fill me with barbarian complacency.

I don't pretend to have a rag of sentiment about Rome.

It's a palimpsest Rome--a watering-place written over the antique--and I haven't taken to it as a poet should, I suppose; only let us speak the truth, above all things.

I am strongly a creature of association, and the associations of the place have not been personally favorable to me.
Among the rest my child, the light of my eyes, has been more unwell lately than I ever saw him in his life, and we were forced three times to call in a physician.