Noble bold is an accident of fortune; noble actions characterize the great.

A wise traveller never despises his own country.

The blush is beautiful, but it is sometimes convenient.

The world is a beautiful book, but of little use to him who cannot read it.

He who never leaves his country is full of prejudices.

Each day a day goes by.

Pretexts are not wanting when one wishes to use them.

Noble bold is an accident of fortune; noble actions characterize the great. [It., Il sangue nobile e un accidente della fortuna; le azioni nobili caratterizzano il grande.]

He only half dies who leaves an image of himself in his sons.

A wise traveler never despises his own country. [It., Un viaggiatore prudente non disprezza mai il suo paese.]

He who talks much cannot talk well.

If you thought with your minds and not your roosters, you would get the point!

Beauty Lies Within The unknown

I am happiest when I clear my mind and allow the world around me to reteach me what I thought I already knew.

Matter as matter rather than matter as symbol is a conscious political position, essentially Marxist.

My dad was one of those dads that would make me stop crying by threatening to beat me.

It is assumed that the woman must wait, motionless, until she is wooed. That is how the spider waits for the fly.

I was timid and frightened as a child. Yours truly did not shin up mountains or do any other kind of adventurous stuff.

Don’t try to be anything but yourself, and find success as yourself. Otherwise, you won’t be happy.

As a teenager I had friends who had little music studios in their bedrooms and garages. I'd go and play around; very soon, my hobby became a passion.

For morality life is a war, and the service of the highest is a sort of cosmic patriotism which also calls for volunteers.