Perhaps it was better not to see pictures: they only made one hopelessly discontented with one's own work.

“To love makes one solitary.”

“And then she said to herself, brandishing her sword at life, nonsense.”

“Affondava come una lama nelle cose; e al tempo stesso ne rimaneva fuori, osserv…”

“But what after all is one night? A short space, especially when the darkness di…”