I don’t know whether this world has a meaning that transcends it. But I know that I cannot know that meaning and that it is impossible for me just now to know it.

There is not a single true work of art that has not in the end added to the inner freedom insight and life of each person who has known and loved it.

We do not know how to eliminate evil, but we do know how to feed some of the hungry and heal some of the infirmed.

The world I live in is loathsome to me, but I feel one with the men who suffer in it

In Italian museums are sometimes found little painted screens that the priest used to hold in front of the face of condemned men to hide the scaffold from them.

As a remedy to life in society I would suggest the big city. Nowadays, it is the only desert within our means.

To stay or to go, it amounted to the same thing.