Ugo Betti (4 February 1892 in Camerino – 9 June 1953 in Rome) was an Italian judge, better known as an author, who is considered by many[who?] the greatest Italian playwright next to Pirandello. (wikipedia)
At any given moment, I open my eyes and exist. And before that, during all eternity, what was there? Nothing.
'Mad' is a term we use to describe a man who is obsessed with one idea and nothing else.
I think the family is the place where the most ridiculous and least respectable things in the world go on.
Sisterly love is, of all sentiments, the most abstract. Nature does not grant it any functions.
The first temptation, upon meeting an old friend after many years, is always to - look the other way.
There is no forgiveness in nature.
Killing time is the chief end of our society.
We cannot bear to regard ourselves simply as playthings of blind chance, we cannot admit to feeling ourselves abandoned.
Thought itself needs words. It runs on them like a long wire. And if it loses the habit of words, little by little it becomes shapeless, somber.
Each of us is the only person who can give the other what each of us wants to have: Peace.