The Art Of War Is Like The

The Best Thing For A Man To Do Is To Be Born And, Being Born, To Die At Once.

Love Doesn't Hide. It Stays And Fights. It Goes The Distance, That's Why Love Is So Strong. So It Can Carry You All The Way Home.

The Art Of War Is Like The Art Of The Courtesan; Indeed They Might Be Called Sisters, Since Both Are Slaves Of Desperation.

Perugia Is My True Fatherland Because There I Grew To Manhood.

Poetry Is A Whim Of Nature In Her Lighter Moods; It Requires Nothing But Its Own Madness And, Lacking That, It Becomes A Soundless Cymbal, A Belfry Without A Bell.