How good is life, the mere living!

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.'"

Let friend trust friends, and love demand love's like.

That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, lest you should think he never could recapture the first fine careless rapture!

There is no truer truth obtainable by Man than comes of music

Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her- Next time, herself!-not the trouble behind her

I have lived, And seen God's hand thro a life time, And all was for the best.