Thought Is The Soul Of Act.

We Mortals Cross The Ocean Of This World Each In His Average Cabin Of A Life; The Bests Not Big, The Worst Yields Elbowroom.

Such Ever Was Love's Way: To Rise, It Stoops.

Other Heights In Other Lives, God Willing.

Only I Discern Infinite Passion, And The Pain Of Finite Hearts That Yearn.

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.'"