But Paris is so full of life--murmurs so of the fountain of intellectual youth for ever and ever--that rolling up the rue de Rivoli (much more the Boulevards) suggests a quicker beat of the fancy's heart; and I like it--I like it.

The architectural beauty is wonderful.

Give me Venice on water, Paris on land--each in its way is a dream city.

If one had but the sun there--such a sun as one has in Italy! Or if one had no lungs here--such lungs as are in me.

But no.