"To my neighbour in Grottammare. "Whoever finds his mind and isn't sad doesn't see the Madonna when she dies" The angel Gabbriele. 19.VI.1926" "My dear friend, I want to hope that you return from Vienna with some vindicated masterpiece, like that Florentine bronze that holds up the Franciscan cordon in the Vittoriale after having broken the arch! (...)""Dearest Ettore, although today, in the manner of Saint Gregory, I need much more a viaticum than a path, this new path is fortunate for me if the sign of your friendship brings me back after so much absence and so much silence. Here you are, Viaro and Viarius and the most beloved avenues (...)"
"My dear companion, I am very miserable today, closed in my sad den, which nevertheless smells of brains and not infrequently flashes like a square cloud at the top, unknown to me. (....)"
Incipit of intense and profound letters, signs of a friendship that, despite the spatial and temporal distance, never fades.