Italo Svevo

Who knows whether, if I had given up smoking, I should really have become the strong perfect man I imagined? Perhaps it was this very doubt that bound me to my vice, because life is so much pleasanter if one is able to believe in one's own latent greatness

Tears throw a veil over our faults and allow us to accuse fate without fear or contradiction.

You see things less clearly when you open your eyes too wide.

The fancies of wine are authentic events.

Everyone remembers his past with greater vividness as the present becomes more important. Dying men in their last delirium are supposed to see their whole life spread out before them.