Let's contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before Love, - Only sleep.

Why stay on the earth except to grow.

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.'"

Sappho survives, because we sing her songs; And Eschylus, because we read his plays!

It's wiser being good than bad; It's safer being meek than fierce: It's fitter being sane than mad.

The great beacon light God sets in all, the conscience of each bosom.

Love is energy of life.