No foreign sky protected me, no stranger's wing shielded my face. I stand as witness to the common lot survivor of that time, that place.

There is a sacred, secret line in loving which attraction and even passion cannot cross.

Italy is a dream that keeps returning for the rest of your life.

... he is rewarded with a form of eternal childhood, with the bounty and vigilance of the stars, the whole world was his inheritance and he shared it with everyone.

No foreign sky protected me, no stranger's wing shielded my face. I stand as witness to the common lot survivor of that time, that place.

As the future ripens in the past, so the past rots in the future -- a terrible festival of dead leaves.

You do not know just what you've been forgiven.