Life Is A Toy Made Of Glass;

Life Is A Toy Made Of Glass; It Appears To Be Of Inestimable Price, But In Reality It Is Very Cheap.

Perugia Is My True Fatherland Because There I Grew To Manhood.

Poetry Is A Whim Of Nature In Her Lighter Moods; It Requires Nothing But Its Own Madness And, Lacking That, It Becomes A Soundless Cymbal, A Belfry Without A Bell.

I Keep My Friends As Misers Do Their Treasure, Because, Of All The Things Granted Us By Wisdom, None Is Greater Or Better Than Friendship.

I Love You, And Because I Love You, I Would Sooner Have You Hate Me For Telling You The Truth Than Adore Me For Telling You Lies.