Love Is The Crowning Grace Of Humanity.

And I Live On, But In Grief And Self-contempt, Left Here Without The Light I Loved So Much, In A Great Tempest And With Shrouds Unkempt.

Reality Is Always The Foe Of Famous Names.

To Be Able To Say How Much Love, Is Love But Little.

I Would Have Preferred To Have Been Born In Any Other Time Than Our Own.

Where Are The Numerous Constructions Erected By Agrippa, Of Which Only The Pantheon Remains? Where Are The Splendorous Palaces Of The Emperors?