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

Reality is a prison, where one vegetates and always will. All the rest - thought, action - is just a pastime, mental or physical. What counts then, is to come to grips with reality. The rest can go.

Living is like working out a long addition sum, and if you make a mistake in the first two totals you will never find the right answer. It means involving oneself in a complicated chain of circumstances.

A work settles nothing, just as the labor of a whole generation settles nothing. Sons, and the morrow, always start afresh.

A man is never completely alone in this world. At the worst, he has the company of a boy, a youth, and by and by a grown man - the one he used to be.

Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends

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