The Body Sprang At Once To The

A Face To Lose Youth For, To Occupy Age With The Dream Of, Meet Death With.

Can We Love But On Condition That The Thing We Love Must Die?

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.'"

Other Heights In Other Lives, God Willing.

White Shall Not Neutralize The Black, Nor Good Compensate Bad In Man, Absolve Him So; Life's Business Being Just The Terrible Choice.