Monday, February 25, 2013 at 10:41AM
Drew Wolfe

Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa

If we want things to stay as they are, things will have to change.

A house of which one knew every room wasn't worth living in.

When a peasant gives me his bit of cheese he's making me a bigger present than the Prince of Làscari when he invites me to dinner. That's obvious. The difficulty is that the cheese is nauseating. So all that remains is the heart's gratitude which can't be seen and the nose wrinkled in disgust which can be seen only too well.

What would the Senate do with me, an inexperienced legislator who lacks the faculty of self-deception, essential requisite for anyone wanting to guide others.

We were the Leopards, the Lions; those who'll take our place will be little jackalshyenas; and the whole lot of us, Leopards, jackals, and sheep, we'll all go on thinking ourselves the salt of the earth.

The young feel sorrows much more sharply that the old; the latter are nearer the safety exit.


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