egeulgen: Amiamo l’Inverno, perché è la primavera del genio
egeulgen: A concert is a concert is a concert is a concert. An album is an album is an album is an album. Musically, both have nothing in common
egeulgen: It is not down in any map; true places never are
egeulgen: Half the fun of the travel is the aesthetic of lostness
egeulgen: Les villes sont le gouffre de l’espèce humaine
egeulgen: Everything should be made as simple as possible, but not simpler
egeulgen: Meaning is found solely by him who seeks it / Into one another flow dream and waking, truth and falsehood / Certainty is nowhere / We know naught of others nor of ourselves / We are forever at play - he who knows that is the wiser!
egeulgen: Istanbul, not Constantinople
egeulgen: I cannot walk through the suburbs in the solitude of the night without thinking that the night pleases us because it suppresses idle details, just as our memory does - Jorge Luis Borges
egeulgen: No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow - Lin Yutang (best viewed on black)
egeulgen: Photograph: a picture painted by the sun without instruction in art
egeulgen: When I grow up I want to be a little boy - Joseph Heller
egeulgen: Between the optimist and the pessimist, the difference is droll. The optimist sees the doughnut; the pessimist the hole! - Oscar Wilde
egeulgen: Everything's happening so fast!
egeulgen: Acro-polis
egeulgen: The road up and the road down are one and the same
egeulgen: Athens Panorama
egeulgen: Le véritable voyage de découverte ne consiste pas à chercher de nouveaux paysages, mais à avoir de nouveaux yeux
egeulgen: Benaki
egeulgen: Technopolis - Gazi, Athens
egeulgen: I'd rather go by bus. There is nothing nicer in the world than a bus
egeulgen: I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day
egeulgen: Summer afternoon - summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language
egeulgen: The summer night is like a perfection of thought
egeulgen: Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability