Bologna is celebrated for producing popes, painters, and sausage.
Fame is the thirst of youth.
But I hate things all fiction... there should always be some foundation of fact for the most airy fabric - and pure invention is but the talent of a liar.
I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned.
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
Yet I did love thee to the last, As ferverently as thou, Who didst not change through all the past, And canst not alter now.