We have a limit, a very discouraging, humiliating limit: death.
When the poet is in love, he is incapable of writing poetry on love. He has to write when he remembers that he was in love.
Not that the incredulous person doesn't believe in anything. It's just that he doesn't believe in everything.
Every great thinker is someone else's moron.
When you are on the dancefloor, there is nothing to do but dance.
In short, Roberto privately concluded, if you would avoid wars, never make treaties of peace.