She used to visit me and dine with me, I had a very good cook then, and we both loved good food. She had great knowledge of music," reminisces.

He walks in the street, a picture of modesty in his felt hat and his gabardine suit, and all the while he's thinking, "I'm immortal." The world is his, time is his, and I'm nothing but an insect.

I am not ready to die because it requires infinitely higher courage to live.

Sei giorni me n'andai matina e sera
Per balze e per pendici orride e strane,
Dove non via, dove sentier non era.