At A Wavering Instant The Swallows Gave

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

If I Were The Moon, I Know Where I Would Fall Down.

It Grew Late. Through The Open Door, Stealthily, Came The Scent Of Madonna Lilies, Almost As If It Were Prowling Abroad.

Sleep Seems To Hammer Out For Me The Logical Conclusions Of My Vague Days, And Offer Them To Me As Dreams.

I Am In Love And, My God, It Is The Greatest Thing That Can Happen To A Man.