Thou Paradise Of Exiles, Italy!

Chameleons Feed On Light And Air: Poets Food Is Love And Fame.

It Is Only By Hearsay (by Word Of Mouth Passed Down From Generation To Generation) That Whole Peoples Adore The God Of Their Fathers And Of Their Priests: Authority, Confidence, Submission And Custom With Them Take The Place Of Conviction Or Of Proofs: They Prostrate Themselves And Pray, Because Their Fathers Taught Them To Prostrate Themselves And Pray: But Why Did Their Fathers Fall On Their Knees?

I Love Love -- Though He Has Wings, And Like Light Can Flee.

It Is Among Men Of Genius And Science That Atheism Alone Is Found.

O Heart, And Mind, And Thoughts! What Thing Do You Hope To Inherit In The Grave Below?