Παλιά ξύλα καίγε, παλιό κρασί πίνε, παλιούς φίλους κράτα, παλιά βιβλία διάβαζε.

“Your imagination, my dear fellow, is worth more than you imagine.”

“And there are loners in rural communities who, at the equinox, are said to don …”

“Yes, I read. I have that absurd habit. I like beautiful poems, moving poetry, a…”

“There are strange flowers of reason to match each error of the senses.”