If each one of us could make just one other happy, the whole world would know happiness.
The lake and the mountains have become my landscape, my real world.
We live in a time when writers do not always have barriers around them
Madame....gloatingly savored her words as earlier she had savored her pig's trotter.
I saw Mussolini tirelessly contemplate a parade of thousands of young men.
The fact that we are I don't know how many millions of people, yet communication, complete communication, is completely impossible between two of those people, is to me one of the biggest tragic themes in the world