When I make a mistake everyone can see it, but not when I lie.

To live within limits. To want one thing. Or a few things very much and love them dearly. Cling to them, survey them from every angle. Become one with them - that is what makes the poet, the artist, the human being.

I wait for the morning of my tears

To have seen Italy without having seen Sicily is to not have seen Italy at all, for Sicily is the clue to everything.

Since you know me and my destiny only too well, you probably also know what attracts me to all unfortunate people.

The man who occupies the first place seldom plays the principal part.

Whoever aspiring, struggles on, for him there is salvation.