If culture did not filter, it would be inane — as inane as the formless, boundless Internet is on its own. And if we all possessed the boundless know… - Umberto Eco

What is love? There is nothing in the world, neither man nor Devil nor any thing, that I hold as suspect as love, for it penetrates the soul more than any other thing. Nothing exists that so fills and binds the heart as love does. Therefore, unless you have those weapons that subdue it, the soul plunges through love into an immense abyss.

I was becoming addicted, Diotallevi was becoming corrupted, Belbo was becoming converted. But all of us were slowly losing that intellectual light that allows you always to tell the similar from the identical, the metaphorical from the real.

I suspect that there is no serious scholar who doesn’t like to watch television. I’m just the only one who confesses