Ubi solitudinem faciunt, pacem appellant.

They make a desert and call it peace.

Faranno il deserto. E lo chiameranno pace.

Tacitus

Portrait of a Lady

“Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall
My buried life, and Paris in the Spring,
I feel immeasurably at peace, and find the world
To be wonderful and youthful, after all.”