Children find everything in nothing, men find nothing in everything. — Giacomo Leopardi

Pleasure is always in the past or in the future, never in the present.

Those innumerable and immense questions about time and space, argued over from the beginnings of metaphysics onward, by metaphysicians of every century, are none other than wars of words, caused by misunderstandings, and imprecision of thought, and limited ability to understand our mind, which is the only place where time and space, like many other abstract things, exist independently and for themselves, and are something.

No one can truthfully boast or say in anger: I cannot be unhappier than I am.