Loving Is Half Of Believing.

Music Is The Vapor Of Art. It Is To Poetry What Reverie Is To Thought, What Fluid Is To Solid, What The Ocean Of Clouds Is To The Ocean Of Waves.

When A Man Is Out Of Sight, It Is Not Too Long Before He Is Out Of Mind.

A Translation In Verse . . . Seems To Me Something Absurd, Impossible.

At The Shrine Of Friendship Never Say Die, Let The Wine Of Friendship Never Run Dry

Every Step Which The Intelligence Of Europe Has Taken Has Been In Spite Of The Clerical Party.