Love. Of Course, Love. Flames For A

Nowhere Has Truth Such A Short Life As In Sicily; A Fact Has Scarcely Happened Five Minutes Before Its Genuine Kernel Has Vanished, Been Camouflaged, Embellished, Disfigured, Squashed, Annihilated By Imagination And Self Interest; Shame, Fear, Generosity, Malice, Opportunism, Charity, All The Passions, Good As Well As Evil, Fling Themselves Onto The Fact And Tear It To Pieces; Very Soon It Has Vanished Altogether.

All This Shouldn't Last; But It Will, Always; The Human 'always' Of Course, A Century, Two Centuries... And After That It Will Be Different, But Worse. We Were The Leopards, The Lions; Those Who'll Take Our Place Will Be Little Jackals, Hyenas; And The Whole Lot Of Us, Leopards, Jackals, And Sheep, We'll All Go On Thinking Ourselves The Salt Of The Earth.

To Rage And Mock Is Gentlemanly, To Grumble And Whine Is Not.

Love. Of Course, Love. Flames For A Year, Ashes For Thirty.

If We Want Things To Stay As They Are, Things Will Have To Change.