We reason deeply, when we forcibly feel. - Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

The name of Italy has magic in its very syllables.

I saw- with shut eyes, but acute mental vision- I saw the pale student of unhallowed arts kneeling beside the thing he had put together... Frightful must it be, for supremely frightful would be the effect of any human endeavor to mock the stupendous mechanism of the Creator of the world.

The sun might shine or the clouds might lower, but nothing could appear to me as it had done the day before.