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Fingir é conhecer-se.
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It was just a moment, and I saw myself. Then I no longer could say what I was.
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Para ser grande, sê inteiro: nadaTeu exagera ou exclui.Sê todo em cada coisa. Põe quanto ésNo mínimo que fazes.Assim em cada lago a lua todaBrilha, porque alta vive.
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Nature is the difference between the soul and God.
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We never love someone. We just love the idea we have of someone. It's a concept of ours - summing up, ourselves - that we love.
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Tedium is the lack of a mithology. To whom has no beliefs, even doubt is impossible, even skepticism has no strength to suspect.
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Ah, poder ser tu, sendo eu!Ter a tua alegre inconsciência,E a consciência disso!
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The perfect man of pagans was the perfection of the man there is; the perfect man of christians, the perfection of the man there isn't; the buddhists' perfect man, the perfection of not existing a man.
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There's a tiredness of abstract intelligence, and it's the most horrible of tirednesses. It doesn't weight on you like the tiredness of the body, nor does it worry you like the tiredness of knowledge and emotion. It's a weightiness of the conscience of the world, an inability of the soul to breathe.
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My joy is as painful as my pain.
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Being pleased with what they give you is proper of slaves. Asking for more is proper of children. Conquering more is proper of fools.
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O amor é que é essencial.O sexo é só um acidente.
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Whether or not they exist, we're slaves to the gods.
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The slope takes you to the windmill, but effort takes you nowhere.
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When I write, I solemnly visit myself.
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I search and can't find myself. I belong in chrysanthemum time, sharp in calla lily elongations. God made my soul into an ornamental thing.
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My God, my God, who am I attending to? How many am I? Who is me? What is this interval between me and me?
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In order to understand, I destroyed myself.
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O poeta é um fingidor.Finge tão completamenteQue chega a fingir que é dorA dor que deveras sente.
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And let our despite go to those who work and fight and our hate to those who hope and trust.
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Not pleasure, not glory, not power: freedom, only freedom.
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It's in an inland sea that the river of my life ended.
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To think is to destroy. The very process of thought indicates it for the same thought, as thinking is decomposing.
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In any spirit that isn't deformed there is the belief in God. In any spirit that is not deformed there isn't the belief in a particular God.