My Altars Are The Mountains And The

I Have Always Laid It Down As A Maxim -and Found It Justified By Experience -that A Man And A Woman Make Far Better Friendships Than Can Exist Between Two Of The Same Sex -but Then With The Condition That They Never Have Made Or Are To Make Love To Each Other.

There Is A Tear For All Who Die, A Mourner O'er The Humblest Grave.

This Quiet Sail Is As A Noiseless Wing To Waft Me From Distraction.

Admire, Exult, Despise, Laugh, Weep For Here There Is Such Matter For All Feelings: Man! Thou Pendulum Betwixt A Smile And Tear.

Italia! O Italia! Thou Who Hast The Fatal Gift Of Beauty.