We do not remember days, we remember moments.
Life is pain and the enjoyment of love is an anesthetic.
A corpse is what's left after waking too often.
No woman marries for money; they are all clever enough, before marrying a millionaire, to fall in love with him first.
Verrà la morte e avrà i tuoi occhi. (Death will come and it will have your eyes.)
Literature is a defense against the attacks of life. It says to life: You can't deceive me. I know your habits, foresee and enjoy watching all your reactions, and steal your secret by involving you in cunning obstructions that halt your normal flow.