But she didn't laugh. "When you have children," she said, staring at her glass, "you accept life. Do you accept life?" - Cesare Pavese

The only reason why we are always thinking of our own ego is that we have to live with it more continuously than with anyone else's.

When a man mourns for someone who has played him false, it is not for love of her, but for his own humiliation at not having deserved her trust.

There's nothing that tastes of death more than the summer sun, the powerful light, exuberant nature. You sniff the air and listen to the woods and know that the plants and animals don't give a damn about you. Everything lives and consumes itself. Nature is death...