Man cannot produce a single work without the assistance of the slow, assiduous, corrosive worm of thought.
Eugenio Montale
The new man is born too old to tolerate the new world. The present conditions of life have not yet erased the traces of the past. We run too fast, but we still do not move enough. He looks but he does not contemplate, he sees but he does not think. He runs away from time, which is made of thought, and yet all he can feel is his own time, the present.
Eugenio Montale
It is not the mountain we conquer, but ourselves.