“As I toiled up the Mount of Olives, in the very footsteps of Christ, panting wit…” — Bayard Taylor

People can't see that if I had not been a poet, I could never have had such success as a traveler.

I know of nothing more moving, indeed semi-tragic, than the yearning helplessness in the face of a dog, who understands what is said to him, and can not answer!

Verily there is nothing in all Europe so beautiful as Valldemosa.

So far as female beauty is concerned, the Circassian women have no superiors. They have preserved in their mountain home the purity of the Grecian models, and still display the perfect physical loveliness, whose type has descended to us in the Venus de Medici.