Love Is A Peculiar Thing.

You Women Could Make Someone Fall In Love Even With A Lie.

Revolution Is Like Saturn, It Devours Its Own Children.

Only One Thing Abides: An Infinite Beauty That Passes From Form To Form, Eternally Changed And Revealed Afresh.

And For Tired Eyes Every Light Is Too Bright, And For Tired Lips Every Breath Too Heavy, And For Tired Ears Every Word Too Much.

Do You Know, Valerio, That Even The Least Among All Humans Is So Great That Life Is Far Too Short To Love Him?