Graved inside of it, "Italy".
Talent should minister to genius.
I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.
What a thing friendship is - World without end.
He guides me and the bird. In His good time!
There is nothing so unpardonable as to consent to a senseless, aimless, purposeless life.