If you ask a twenty-one-year-old poet whose poetry he likes, he might say, unblushing, "Nobody's," In his youth, he has not yet understood that poets like poetry, and novelists like novels; he himself likes only the role, the thought of himself in a hat.

I will forever be a student because there is always something to learn.

Mi spazientisce oltremisura quando fanno finta di chiedermi, di darmi una scelta, e nello stesso tempo si rivolgono in modo tale da obbligarmi a fare quella cosa… di qualsiasi cosa si tratti!

There is one friend in the life of each of us who seems not a separate person, however dear and beloved, but an expansion, an interpretation, of one's self, the very meaning of one's soul.

Written By Edith Wharton

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