First among all the values of life is life itself, within whose heart everything that can be realized takes place. Life is the great good, the first. It is the very breath of it, its essence.

The feeling that we are surrounded by nature and by man, who are forces within which we realize ourselves, but which also hinder us from winning in our wager. It is the breath of an anonymous happiness, but also the more or less thorny bleeding from its approach: in the first case, we breathe an euphoria from things; in the second, the melancholy in front of them.