Perugia Is My True Fatherland Because There

And There Is Quite A Different Sort Of Conversation Around A Fire Than There Is In The Shadow Of A Beech Tree.... Four Dry Logs Have In Them All The Circumstance Necessary To A Conversation Of Four Or Five Hours, With Chestnuts On The Plate And A Jug Of Wine Between The Legs. Yes, Let Us Love Winter, For It Is The Spring Of Genius.

Perugia Is My True Fatherland Because There I Grew To Manhood.

If You Want To Annoy Your Neighbors, Tell The Truth About Them.

Life Is A Toy Made Of Glass; It Appears To Be Of Inestimable Price, But In Reality It Is Very Cheap.

They Merit More Praise Who Know How To Suffer Misery Than Those Who Temper Themselves In Contentment.