We are accustomed to use our eyes only with the memory of what other people before us have thought about the object we are looking at.

One sometimes weeps over one's illusions with as much bitterness as over a death.

There is only one good thing in life, and that is love.

The great artists are those who impose their personal vision upon humanity.

Were a man to spend only one day in Sicily and ask, "What must one see?" I would answer him without hesitation, "Taormina." It is only a landscape, but a landscape where you find everything on earth that seems made to seduce the eyes, the mind and the imagination.

Of all the passions, the only one that seems respectable to me is the passion for food

War! When I but think of this word, I feel bewildered, as though they were speaking to me of sorcery, of the Inquisition, of a distant, finished, abominable, monstrous, unnatural thing. When they speak to us of cannibals, we smile proudly, as we proclaim our superiority to these savages. Who are the real savages? Those who struggle in order to eat those whom they vanquish, or those who struggle merely to kill?