What is more melancholy and more profound than to see a thousand objects for the first and the last time? To travel is to be born and to die at every instant.

“non c’è niente più pericoloso del lavoro discontinuo; è un’abitudine che se ne …”

“He baptized his adopted child, and named him Quasimodo, either because he wishe…”

“A tempest ceases, a cyclone passes over, a wind dies down, a broken mast can be…”

“Svarbiausia, neišsigimk į žmogų.”