We Ought To Dance With Rapture That

In The Dust Where We Have Buried The Silent Races And Their Abominations We Have Buried So Much Of The Delicate Magic Of Life.

The Day Of The Absolute Is Over, And We're In For The Strange Gods Once More.

We Don't Exist Unless We Are Deeply And Sensually In Touch With That Which Can Be Touched But Not Known.

Whatever A Human Being Makes And Makes Live, It Lives Because Of The Life He Puts Into It.

For Us To Go To Italy And To Penetrate Into Italy Is Like A Most Fascinating Act Of Self-discovery