Fare Thee Well, And If

It Is The Lava Of The Imagination Whose Eruption Prevents An Earthquake.

The Fact Is That My Wife If She Had Common Sense Would Have More Power Over Me Than Any Other Whatsoever, For My Heart Always Alights Upon The Nearest Perch.

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

A Thousand Years May Scare Form A State. An Hour May Lay It In Ruins.

The Poor Dog, In Life The Firmest Friend. The First To Welcome, Foremost To Defend.