Man partly is and wholly hopes to be.

Desire joy and thank God for it. Renounce it, if need be, for other's sake. That's joy beyond joy.

Death: the grand perhaps.

Must in death your daylight finish? My sun sets to rise again.

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.'"

Go practice if you please with men and women: leave a child alone for Christ's particular love's sake!

Lose who may-I still can say, Those who win heaven, blest are they!