In Italy, for thirty years under the Borgias, they had warfare, terror, murder and bloodshed - they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo Da Vinci and the Renaissance. In Switzerland, they had brotherly love and five hundred years of democracy and peace, and what did they produce? The cuckoo clock!
When King Alfonso XIII asked for a Jerez wine, the waiter handed him a glass with a slice of ham on it. The King asked the waiter the reason for that gesture: "I did it to prevent the sand from ending up in the wine!" he said. The King liked the idea and thus Tapas were born.
Oh, say can you see, by the dawn's early light, what so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, o'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
Happiness is always and only an instant. Happiness is not something that lasts. It is not a time, it is an instant or a series of instants. A point of contact with something extraordinary and durable, like a hanger.
The famous anthropologist Desmond Morris argued that hands are for human beings like the baton of an orchestra conductor, with which we direct the rhythm and meaning of words. But let's face it: Italians, from this metaphorical point of view, are the best "conductors" in the world!