The sky is an infinite movie to me. I never get tired of looking at what's happening up there.
Ciascuno esamini i propri pensieri: li trover? sempre occupati dal passato e dall'avvenire. Non pensiamo quasi mai al presente, o se ci pensiamo, Ã¨ solo per prenderne lume al fine di predisporre l'avvenire. Il presente non Ã¨ mai il nostro fine: il passato o il presente sono i nostri mezzi; solo l'avvenire Ã¨ il nostro fine. CosÃ¬ non viviamo mai, ma speriamo di vivere, e, preparandoci sempre ad essere felici, Ã¨ inevitabile che non siamo mai tali.
We fight our way through the massed and leveled collective safe taste of the Top 40, just looking for a little something we can call our own. But when we find it and jam the radio to hear it again it isn't just ours -- it is a link to thousands of others who are sharing it with us. As a matter of a single song this might mean very little; as culture, as a way of life, you can't beat it.
Glorious bouquets and storms of applause are the trimmings which every artist naturally enjoys. But to move an audience in such a role, to hear in the applause that unmistakable note which breaks through good theatre manners and comes from the heart, is to feel that you have won through to life itself. Such pleasure does not vanish with the fall of the curtain, but becomes part of one's own life.