[b]Eugenio Montale
Too many lives are needed to make just one. [/b]
In other words, they’re all in there somewhere.
The most dangerous aspect of present-day life is the dissolution of the feeling of individual responsibility. Mass solitude has done away with any difference between the internal and the external, between the intellectual and the physical.
True, but no one really knows what it means.
Happiness, for you we walk on a knife edge. To the eyes you are a flickering light, to the feet, thin ice that cracks; and so may no one touch you who loves you.
Sounds rather soothingly ominous.
I have always knocked at the door of that wonderful and terrible enigma which is life.
Not to be confused with opportunity.
Man cannot produce a single work without the assistance of the slow, assiduous, corrosive worm of thought.
Worms of thought. And, here, at times, they become particularly slimey.
Mass communication, radio, and especially television, have attempted, not without success, to annihilate every possibility of solitude and reflection.
Thank god for the internet!