Rain
('Tempesta', disegno di Antonella Ponziani) Una delle mie poesie preferite, e una delle poche, ahimè, che ricordo a memoria! Rain 
Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me
Remembering again that I shall die
And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks
For washing me cleaner than I have been
Since I was born into this solitude.
Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon:
But here I pray that none whom once I loved
Is dying to-night or lying still awake
Solitary, listening to the rain,
Either in pain or thus in sympathy
Helpless among the living and the dead,
Like a cold water among broken reeds,
Myriads of broken reeds all still and stiff,
Like me who have no love which this wild rain
Has not dissolved except the love of death,
If love it be for what is perfect and
Cannot, the tempest tells me, disappoint.
Edward Thomas (1878-1917)
In the end, everything is a gag - Charlie Chaplin quotes
Nothing is permanent in this wicked world - not even our troubles.
We think too much and feel too little.
I suppose that's one of the ironies of life doing the wrong thing at the right moment.
The saddest thing I can imagine is to get used to luxury.
Man as an individual is a genius. But men in the mass form the headless monster, a great, brutish idiot that goes where prodded.
Life could be wonderful if people would leave you alone.
Failure is unimportant. It takes courage to make a fool of yourself.
A day without laughter is a day wasted.
- 'Limelights' (1952) -
There's something about working the streets I like. It's the tramp in me I suppose.
I thought you hated the theater? I also hate the sight of blood, but it's in my veins. That's all any of us are: amateurs. We don't live long enough to be anything else.
Life can be wonderful if you're not afraid of it. 
Time is the best author. It always writes the perfect ending.
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