Absurd- that is the light mind that establishes its own borders.

The entire history of mankind is, in any case, nothing but a prolonged fight to the death for the conquest of universal prestige and absolute power.

One plays at being immortal and after a few weeks one doesn't even know whether or not one can hang on till the next day.

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.

But above all, in order to be, never try to seem.

False judges are held up in the world's admiration and I alone know the true ones.

Every writer, big or small, needs to say or write that the genius is always hissed at by his contemporaries. Naturally, this is not true, it happens only occasionally and often by chance. But this need within the writer is enlightening.