God is the perfect poet.
Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.
Our interest's on the dangerous edge of things. The honest thief, the tender murderer, the superstitious atheist.
As is your sort of mind, So is your sort of search: You will find what you desire.
The world and life's too big to pass for a dream
Italy, my Italy! Queen Mary's saying serves for me (When fortune's malice Lost her Calais): "Open my heart, and you will see Graved inside of it 'Italy.'"