"Sad to know. More sad and at the same time nefarious is the inclination that pushes us to know at all costs, when ignoring would be all the more pitiful, or if ignoring cannot at least be forgotten. (The goddess Spa, p. 14)"

"Childhood – continuous wave of revolution, and systematically crushed by the "big ones", these reactionaries. (Commentary on the Tragedy of Childhood, p. 149)"

"We are going through the crisis of expansion of the universe. Wars, revolutions, human anguish, everything that has been a crisis in the world for several years now, everything is a consequence of this enlargement of this vaster universe in which God no longer finds a place or way to stop and assert himself, at least in that concrete and persuasive form that gave security and protection to man and peace to his soul. (Preface, p. 8)"

"He will not be Christian in the future who does not also bring to animals, to plants, to metals, that Christian love which until now he only brought to man. (Preface, p. 8)"

"The name, thinks Miss Fufù, is the symbol and distinctive sign of the one who wears it, and imposing the name on one's children when the children do not yet have the opportunity to express their liking of the imposed name, it is an abuse of authority and sometimes an infamy. (The pianessa, p. 53)"

"She found the color of her sadness, the smell of her loneliness, the taste of her unhappiness. When unhappiness reaches such perfection, unhappiness becomes a form of happiness: the most jealous, indeed, the most exquisite. Trying to break such a form of unhappiness is a betrayal of happiness, a betrayal of oneself. (Mobile Fathers, p. 133)"

"We people of age and experience know well the art of dissimulation, which is the foundation of civilized living. (Poltrondamore, p. 143)"

"Because men give in to the greatest physical impressions, but are still too crude to pay attention to the most subtle and ineffable things that surround our life; they don't know how to listen to the voices of things that in their ignorance they believe to be silent, they don't know how to see the landscapes that populate the air and that in their massive indifference they believe to be empty, and with big heads that don't understand and veiled eyes that don't see , wander unaware among the mysteries. (Poltrondamore, p. 154)"

"The time has come for concerts without music; silent concerts, equivalent to what is still life in painting. Concerts in which listeners, sitting in comfortable armchairs and surrounded by silence, will mentally listen to the music that each one prefers. What is the most serious flaw of the concerts? To have fixed and equal programs for everyone. Many times we have to listen to music that either doesn't interest us at all or is even unbearable, just because in the program there is also music dear to our heart and pleasing to our ear. (Private Concert, pp. 186-187)"

"I have always thought that in some ways music is the most dangerous of the arts. At the sound of a nocturne by Chopin, a lady friend of mine once transformed into Night, her face turned white like the moon, she wrapped herself in veils, and found herself sitting in the air and swollen with melancholy, above a city who slept beneath her with all the shutters closed. (Private Concert, p. 195)"

"Alberto Savinio: the greatest Italian writer between the two wars. (Leonardo Sciascia)"

"The brothers De Chirico and Savinio were reunited for the first time in German exhibitions, first in Düsseldorf and then in Munich. They both made literature with brushes, but as a writer the latter is much superior in terms of creative intelligence. (Morando Morandini)"

"Alberto Savinio, I listen to your heart, city, Adelphi , Milan, C.E.2013. ISBN 978-88-459-0565-0"

"Alberto Savinio, Casa «La Vita», Adelphi, Milan, C.E.1988. ISBN 8845903036"

"Alberto Savinio, I say to you, Clio, Sansoni, Florence, C.E.1946."

"Alberto Savinio, Infanzia di Nivasio Dolcemare, Adelphi, Milan, C.E.1998 ISBN 978-88-459-1405-8"

"Alberto Savinio, La nostra anima, Adelphi, C.E.2014. ISBN 978-88-459-7520-2"

"Alberto Savinio, Maupassant and "l'altro", Adelphi, Milan, C.E.1975."

"Alberto Savinio, Tell, men, your story, Bompiani, Milan, C.E.1944."

"Alberto Savinio, Nuova enciclopedia, Adelphi, Milan, C.E.2011. ISBN 978-88-459-0104-1"

"Alberto Savinio, Partita postponed, edited by Vittorio Cappelli, Preface by Giuseppe Leonelli, Giunti, Florence, C.E.1996. ISBN 88-09-20950- 8"

"Alberto Savinio, Dispersed writings. C.E.1943-1952, edited by Paola Italia, Adelphi, Milan, C.E.2004."

"Alberto Savinio, Sorte dell'Europa, Bompiani, C.E.1945."

"Alberto Savinio, Souvenirs, Adelphi, C.E.2019. ISBN 978-88-459-8169-2"

"Alberto Savinio, Tragedy of childhood, Sansoni, Florence, C.E.1946."

"Alberto Savinio, Tutta la vita, Bompiani, Milan, C.E.1953."

"Giorgio de Chirico, brother"

"Here in Kyrgyzstan, in every public and private sector, you don't work more than three hours a day, at full pay, with the reservation of a possible hour of overtime. The remaining 20 and 21 hours of the day are devoted to sleep, food, creativity, love, life, oneself, one's children, and one's fellow human beings. (p. 8)"

"Gregorio Samsa is the character who has the courage to become truly an unclean and gigantic insect to scream the injustice that is perpetrated daily against millions of people, who are forced to buy, to have the necessities... I was saying to live, but it is more correct to say to 'exist', they are forced to spend the whole day, either looking for a job, or doing a job, or submitting to a job, or sickness due to overwork. In short, restlessness is the main sentiment of all societies that do not take into account the greatness and preciousness of every single human being."

"Silvano Agosti, Lettere dalla Kirghisia, Edizioni l'Immagine, Rome C.E.2007."

"The Fever (C.E.2005)"

"D'amore si vive (C.E.1984)"

"The real slave, the true slave defends the master, not fights him. Because the slave is not so much the one who has the chain on his foot as the one who is no longer able to imagine freedom."

""Better lick the floor" but what's horrendous in this culture is that "licking the floor" has even become an aspiration, you know? But it's monstrous that the guy has to go to work eight hours a day and he has to be grateful to those who make him lick the floor, you know?"

"So, in the meantime one must not put flowers at the window of the cell of which he is prisoner because otherwise even if one day the door is open he will not want to go out. He must always think, with a perfect conscience: "These people are stealing my life, in exchange for two and a half million a month, all right, while I am a masterpiece whose value is unspeakable.""

"This mechanism of eight hours of work every day has always produced social tensions, neuroses, depressions, illnesses and above all the precise feeling of losing the feeling of life forever."

"Federico de Roberto, Il colore del tempo, R. Sandron, Milano-Palermo, C.E.1900."

"Federico de Roberto, I Viceré, preface by Sergio Campailla, BEN, C.E.1995."

"Federico de Roberto, I Viceré, Garzanti, Milano, C.E.1959."

"Federico de Roberto, Gli amori, Galli, C.E.1898."

"Not peace, rest, quiet will be esteemed; but the struggle is the war; The war is a beneficent war, a war that is an indication of strength, of health, of exuberance."

"You have to be yourself to create new values, to shape reality to your talent. We must be others, on the weak, on the powerless, on those who are incapable of living."

"The artist feels lonely. Singular and aristocratic, he lives uneasily in the midst of a democratic and uniform society. He feels hated by it as useless, as haughty; and despises it. Therefore, his works are not addressed to the majority, but to the few initiated."

"These Viceroys are sculpted and struck one by one: they are arrogant and ignorant, in the past they knew how to sign at most, Donna Ferdinanda holds like a gospel the bolsa prose of the Teatro genologico di Sicilia of Mugnòs, Don Eugenio conceives a Herald Sicolo with ridiculous innovations of spelling and phonetics, Ferdinand then – let alone the Fool! – he is struck by the reading of Robinson Crusoe, which the rhetorical Don Cono Canalà has given him, and the new deputy Duke of Oragua is unable to articulate his motto looking out from the balcony in front of the crowd that cheers him. Only one thing endures, in the collapse of all values and in the universal conflict of interests: the common passion for things, the pride of belonging to a caste and a clan. (Sergio Campailla)"

"After The Betrothed, the greatest novel in Italian literature. (Leonardo Sciascia)"

"«[...] and some well-informed people assured us that once, in the early days of the new government, he [the duke] had uttered a very significant phrase, revealing the ancient viceregal greed, the rapacity of the ancient Uzeda: 'Now that Italy is done, we must mind our own business...'" (Part Two, Chapter VIII)"

"If you want to succeed with women, don't make them laugh."

"When I saw many women gathered in some place, at the theatre, for example, or at the walk, I wondered; "Who would you love?" – And with one hand on my conscience, I answered, "All of them, except the old ones, the hunchbacks and the ugly ones.""

"Think that love, hatred, ambition, envy, all the strongest passions end before us, and that, when all is over, one thing remains: the satisfaction of the duty accomplished...."

"Don't you know what kind of love I love? I love as the sea loves the shore: softly and furiously!"