There is mercy for everyone, except those who are bored with life.

There is an art in taking the whiplash of suffering full in the face, an art you must learn. Let each single attack exhaust itself; pain always makes single attacks, so that its bite may be more intense, more concentrated. And you, while its fangs are implanted and injecting their venom at one spot, do not forget to offer it another place where it can bite you, and so relieve the pain of the first.

We commit two wrongs when we fail to right a wrong.

Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things: air, sleep, dreams, sea, the sky - all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.

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

Every luxury must be paid for, and everything is a luxury, starting with being in this world.

Waiting is still an occupation. It is having nothing to wait for that is terrible.