Happiness is an angel with a serious face.
I am now rich in fruitful ideas and I must produce my work.
Rome is not outside me, but inside me. Her feverish sweetness, her tragic countryside, her own beauty and harmony, all these are mine, for my thought and my work.
What I am seeking is not the real and not the unreal but rather the unconscious, the mystery of the instinctive in the human race.
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