A minute of success pays for years of failure.
When is man strong until he feels alone?
What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?
And I have written three books on the soul, Proving absurd all written hitherto, And putting us to ignorance again.
Aspire, break bounds. Endeavor to be good, and better still, best.
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.'"