The stupidity of men always invites the insolence of power.
A house is made with walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams.
Every great man is a unique. The Scipionism of Scipio is precisely that part he could not borrow.
The world is his who can see through its pretension.
And of poetry, the success is not attained when it lulls and satisfies, but when it astonishes and fires us with new endeavours after the unattainable.
Old and new make the warp and woof of every moment. There is no thread that is not a twist of these two strands.