Italia! O Italia! thou who hast
The fatal gift of beauty, which became
A funeral dower of present woes and past,
On thy sweet brow is sorrow plough'd by shame,
And annals graved in characters of flame.
[It., Italia, Italia, O tu cui feo la sorte,
Dono infelice di bellezza, ond' hai
Funesta dote d'infiniti guai
Che in fronte scritti per gran doglia porte.]More Vicenzo Filicaja quotes [03/29/2018 05:03:36]
The more vices in a person, the easier to manipulate him. [05/23/2019 03:05:20] More
If a liar is the talking head of state propaganda, then a fool is always the right hand of violence. [05/31/2019 12:05:11] More
- Write your own, stop quoting others.
- What do you want to say in your own words that you have more than your own? More than anyone? More than Bulgakov or Bacon? [05/21/2019 09:05:32] More
Repetition is the Golden thread of which ceaselessly interwoven carpet of fate. [06/17/2019 12:06:01] More
Before expressing your opinion - become a personality. [05/20/2019 08:05:03] More