Concerning God, freewill and destiny: Of all that earth has been or yet may be, all that vain men imagine or believe, or hope can paint or suffering may achieve, we descanted.

O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?

The crime of inquiry is one which religion never has forgiven.

There is a harmony In autumn, and a luster in its sky...

Thou Paradise of exiles, Italy!

Poetry strengthens that faculty which is the organ of the moral nature of man, in the same manner as exercise strengthens a limb.

Necessity, thou mother of the world!