Man Tells His Aspiration In His God;

What A Difference It Makes To Come Home To A Child!

We Cannot Have Expression Till There Is Something To Be Expressed.

Who Can Ever Be Alone For A Moment In Italy? Every Stone Has A Voice, Every Grain Of Dust Seems Instinct With Spirit From The Past, Every Step Recalls Some Line, Some Legend Of Long-neglected Lore.

Those Have Not Lived Who Have Not Seen Rome.

It Seems That It Is Madder Never To Abandon One's Self Than Often To Be Infatuated; Better To Be Wounded, A Captive And A Slave, Than Always To Walk In Armor.