If We Want Everything To Remain As

A House Of Which One Knew Every Room Wasn't Worth Living In.

As Always The Thought Of His Own Death Calmed Him As Much As That Of Others Disturbed Him: Was It Perhaps Because, When All Was Said And Done, His Own Death Would In The First Place Mean That Of The Whole World?

Nowhere Has Truth Such A Short Life As In Sicily; A Fact Has Scarcely Happened Five Minutes Before Its Genuine Kernel Has Vanished, Been Camouflaged, Embellished, Disfigured, Squashed, Annihilated By Imagination And Self Interest; Shame, Fear, Generosity, Malice, Opportunism, Charity, All The Passions, Good As Well As Evil, Fling Themselves Onto The Fact And Tear It To Pieces; Very Soon It Has Vanished Altogether.

To Rage And Mock Is Gentlemanly, To Grumble And Whine Is Not.

All This Shouldn't Last; But It Will, Always; The Human 'always' Of Course, A Century, Two Centuries... And After That It Will Be Different, But Worse. We Were The Leopards, The Lions; Those Who'll Take Our Place Will Be Little Jackals, Hyenas; And The Whole Lot Of Us, Leopards, Jackals, And Sheep, We'll All Go On Thinking Ourselves The Salt Of The Earth.