To live exhilaratingly in and for the moment is deadly serious work, fun of the most exhausting sort
Weather creates character.
the gardens of our childhood are all beautiful.
Desire creates its own object.
Violence is its own anesthetist. The numbness it induces feels very much like calm.
I love medieval cities; they do not clamor for attention; they possess their souls - their riches - in quiet; formal, courteous, they reveal themselves slowly, stone by stone, garden by garden; hidden treasures wait calmly to be loved and yield to introspective wandering.