“And if the City falls and one survives he shall carry the City within on the roads of exile he shall be the City”

Even if we love someone very much, at times it happens that we forget about it.

Forgive me also that I didn’t fight like Lord Byron for the happiness of captive peoples that I watched only risings of the moon and museums.

I could write a treatise on the sudden transformation of life into archaeology

I thank You Lord for creating the world beautiful and various and if this is Your seduction I am seduced for good and past all forgiveness

I turn to history not for lessons but to confront my experience with the experience of others and to win for myself a sense of responsibility for the state of the human conscience.

Be courageous when the mind deceives you Be courageous In the final account only this is important

Study the world’s skin before you set out to look for its heart.

No time to grieve for roses when the forests are burning.

The dead have need of fairy tales too.