Author of quotes: Eugenio Montale

Life is an endless saw, but really, she's not bigger than your handkerchief.

Prove the truth, not speeches.

Wipe the breeze slightly blows. It is not true that nature is mute, no, she talks and talks, remains the only hope for her especially close attention to us.

Evil for her was held the immutability:
then suddenly a stream, strangled to wheeze,
the beached fish
dead leaf, a cunt.
Good I didn't know, not counting miracle
revealed as if by accident
in a sleepy statue in the distant cloud,
the bird, calling to fly away from here.

Because the truth is on earth
And it is impossible not to know
It is impossible to despise her for so long
To destroy.