We chip away as best we can at the mysterious block of marble our lives are made of- in vain; the black vein of destiny always reappears.

“C'è gente che pagherebbe per vendersi.”

“The future has many names: For the weak, it means the unattainable. For the fea…”

“To love, or to have loved,—this suffices. Demand nothing more. There is no othe…”

“To die is nothing; but it is terrible not to live.”