Reality is a prison, where one vegetates and always will.

Woman gives herself as a prize to the weak and as a prop to the strong and no man ever has what he should.

The art of living is the art of knowing how to believe lies. The fearful thing about it is that, not knowing what truth may be, we can still recognize lies.

You need a village, if only for the pleasure of leaving it. A village means that you are not alone, knowing that in the people, the trees, the earth, there is something that belongs to you, waiting for you when you are not there.

Verrà la morte e avrà i tuoi occhi. (Death will come and it will have your eyes.)

No woman marries for money; they are all clever enough, before marrying a millionaire, to fall in love with him first.

One must look for one thing only, to find many.