On Dreary Night Let Lusty Sunshine Fall.

The Moor Has Done His Work, The Moor May Go.

His Saying Was: Live And Let Live.

It Would Be Necessary That They Should Be Already Sages To Love Wisdom...

O Who Knows What Slumbers In The Background Of The Times?

I Speak With The Eternal Through The Instrument Of Nature, Through The World's History: I Read The Soul Of The Artist In His Apollo.