Do you remember Italy?

The armour of falsehood is subtly wrought out of darkness, and hides a man not only from others, but from his own soul.

Man has to pick up the use of his functions as he goes along- especially the function of Love.

One doesn't come to Italy for niceness," was the retort; "one comes for life. Buon giorno! Buon giorno!

Tolerance is a very dull virtue. It is boring. Unlike love, it has always had a bad press. It is negative. It merely means putting up with people, being able to stand things.

Freedom does not guarantee masterpieces.

It comes to this then: there always have been people like me and always will be, and generally they have been persecuted.