Love. Of Course, Love. Flames

Nowhere Has Truth Such A Short Life As In Sicily; A Fact Has Scarcely Happened Five Minutes Before Its Genuine Kernel Has Vanished, Been Camouflaged, Embellished, Disfigured, Squashed, Annihilated By Imagination And Self Interest; Shame, Fear, Generosity, Malice, Opportunism, Charity, All The Passions, Good As Well As Evil, Fling Themselves Onto The Fact And Tear It To Pieces; Very Soon It Has Vanished Altogether.

If We Want Everything To Remain As It Is, It Will Be Necessary For Everything To Change.

To Rage And Mock Is Gentlemanly, To Grumble And Whine Is Not.

Love. Of Course, Love. Flames For A Year, Ashes For Thirty.

A House Of Which One Knew Every Room Wasn't Worth Living In.