I love the sticky leaves in spring, the blue sky — that’s all it is. It’s not a matter of intellect or logic, it’s loving with one’s inside, with one’s stomach.

“There are three powers, three powers alone, able to conquer and to hold captive…”

“Uno beve la propria tristezza e quasi se ne ubriaca.”

“…напрасно многие теперь учат и проповедуют, что единичное доброе дело ничего не…”

“There is only one thing that I dread: not to be worthy of my sufferings.”