There are places one comes home to that one has never been to.
There are no original ideas. There are only original people.
Italy offers one the most priceless of all one's possessions - one's own soul.
Facts mean nothing to wounded feelings.
Violence is its own anesthetist. The numbness it induces feels very much like calm.
I love cloisters, which are the architectural equivalent of a theological concept: perfect freedom within set boundaries.