Ugo Betti

Who cares about great marks left behind? We have one life… just one. Our life. We have nothing else.

There is no forgiveness in nature.

There is always a certain peace in being what one is, in being that completely.

All of us are mad. If it weren’t for the fact every one of us is slightly abnormal, there wouldn’t be any point in giving each person a separate name.

If we have anything kind to say, any tender sentiment to express, we feel a sense of shame.

The first temptation, upon meeting an old friend after many years, is always to – look the other way.

I think the family is the place where the most ridiculous and least respectable things in the world go on.

This free will business is a bit terrifying anyway. It’s almost pleasanter to obey, and make the most of it.

‘Mad’ is a term we use to describe a man who is obsessed with one idea and nothing else.

Murderers, in general, are people who are consistent, people who are obsessed with one idea and nothing else.

Memories are like stones, time and distance erode them like acid.