For I say this is death and the sole death,- When a man's loss comes to him from his gain, Darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance, And lack of love from love made manifest.

Our interest's on the dangerous edge of things. The honest thief, the tender murderer, the superstitious atheist.

He guides me and the bird. In His good time!

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.'"

Aspire, break bounds. Endeavor to be good, and better still, best.

If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents.

When pain ends, gain ends too.