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The idea of any social obligation ... just the idea of it embarasses my thoughts for a day, and sometimes it's since the day before that I worry, and don't sleep well, and the real affair, when it happens, is absolutely insignificant and justifies nothing; and the case repeats itself and I never learn to learn.
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If we knew the truth, we'd see it; all else is system and outskirts.
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Art consists in making others feel what we feel.
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If I had written King Lear, I would regret it all my life afterwards. Because that work is so big, that its defects show as huge, its monstrous defects, things even minimal in between some scenes and their possible perfection. It's not the sun with spots; it's a broken greek statue.
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Sejamos simples e calmos,Como os regatos e as árvores,E Deus amar-nos-á fazendo de nósBelos como as árvores e os regatos,E dar-nos-á verdor na sua primavera,E um rio aonde ir ter quando acabemos...E não nos dará mais nada, porque dar-nos mais seria tirar-nos mais.
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The consciousness of life's unconsciousness is intelligence's oldest tax.
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These are Fortunate Islands, These are lands without a place
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Não sou nada.Nunca serei nada.Não posso querer ser nada.À parte isso, tenho em mim todos os sonhos do mundo.
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To stagnate in the sun, goldenly, like an obscure lake surrounded by flowers.
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Everyone has his vanity, and each one's vanity is his forgetting that there are others with an equal soul.
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In today's life, the world belongs only to the stupid, the insensitive and the agitated. The right to live and triumph is now conquered almost by the same means by which you conquer internment in an asylum: the inability to think, amorality and hiperexcitation.
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These pages are not my confession; they’re my definition. And I feel, as I begin to write it, that I can write it with some semblance of truth.
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I come closer to my desk as to a bulwark against life.
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Changing from the ghosts of faith to the spectres of reason is just changing cells.
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Yet I have no stylistic nobility. My head aches because my head aches. The universe aches me because my head aches.
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They bring me faith like a closed package in someone else's plate. They want me to accept it so that I don't open it.
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I never was but an isolated bon vivant, which is absurd; or a mystic bon vivant, which is an impossible thing.
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You breathe better when you're rich.
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The train slows down, it's the Cais do Sodré. I arrived to Lisbon, but not to a conclusion.
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'Any road', said Carlyle, 'even this road to Entepfuhl, will take you to the end of the world'. But the Entepfuhl road, if taken in its entirety, and to the end, goes back to Entepfuhl; so Entepfuhl, where we already were, is that very end of the world we were seeking.
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Only sterility is noble and dignified. Only killing what never was is elevated and perverse and absurd.
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I will be what I want. But I will have to want what I'll be. Success is in having success, not conditions for success.
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The superiority of the dreamer is that dreaming is much more practical than living, and that the dreamer extracts from life a much vaster and varied pleasure than the action man. In better and more direct words, the dreamer is the real action man.
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I reread? I lied! I don't dare to reread. I cannot reread. What's the point, for me, in rereading?