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Then a overflowing desire comes to me, absurd, of a sort of satanism before Satan, in that one day ... an escape out of God can be found and the deepest of us stops, I don't know how, to be a part of being or not being.
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I'm going to end a life that I thought could contain every kind of greatness but that in fact consisted only of my incapacity to really want to be great. Whenever I arrived at a certainty, I remembered that those with the greatest certainties are lunatics.
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Since I wasn’t able to leave a succession of beautiful lies, I want to leave the smidgen of truth that the falsehood of everything lets us suppose we can tell.
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Deceiving himself well is the first quality of the statesman.
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Blessed are those who never entrust their life to no one.
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And as well as I dream, I reason if I want, for that's just another kind of dream.
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Irony is the first hint that consciousness became conscious.
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As we wash our body so we should wash destiny, change life as we change clothes.
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The end is low, like all quantitative ends, personal or not, and it can be attained and verified.
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I will necessarily say what it seems to me, given that I'm me.
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What would happen to the world if we were human?
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All pleasure is a vice, for seeking pleasure is what everybody does in life, and the only dark vice is doing what everybody does.
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Solitude desolates me; company oppresses me.
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I always live in the present. The future I can't know. The past I no longer have.
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Se, depois de eu morrer, quiserem escrever a minha biografia,Não há nada mais simples.Tem só duas datas-a da minha nascença e a da minha morte.Entre uma e outra coisa todos os dias são meus.
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That's not my love; that's just your life.
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I think of life as an inn where I have to stay until the abyss coach arrives. I don't know where it will take me, for I know nothing.
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Fraternity has subtleties.
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A liberdade é a possibilidade do isolamento... Se te é impossível viver só, nasceste escravo.
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Action men are the unvoluntary slaves of wise men.
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I have now so many fundamental thoughts, so many really metaphysical things to say, that I suddenly get tired and decide not to write more, not to think more, but allow the fever of saying to make me sleepy, and fondle, with closed eyes, as if to a cat, all that I could have said.
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I know not what tomorrow will bring
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I don't believe in the landscape.
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Faithful to the word given and the idea had. All else is up to God!