Todo o mal do mundo vem de nos importarmos uns com os outros, Quer para fazer bem, quer para fazer mal.
To organize our life in such a way that it becomes a mystery to others, that those who are closest to us will only be closer to not knowing us. That is how I’ve shaped my life, almost without thinking...
To have touched the feet of Christ is no excuse for mistakes in punctuation.If a man writes well only when he's drunk, then I'll tell him: Get drunk. And if he says that it's bad for his liver, I'll a...
The circumstances of his life were marked by that strange but rather common phenomenon – perhaps, in fact, it’s true for all lives – of being tailored to the image and likeness of his instincts, which...
Revolution? Change? What I really want, with all my heart, is for the atonic clouds to stop greyly lathering the sky. What I want is to see the blue emerge, a truth that is clear and sure because it i...
PROCRASTINATIONThe day after tomorrow, yes, only the day after tomorrow ...Tomorrow I’ll start thinking about the day after tomorrow,Maybe I could do it then; but not today ...No, nothing today; today...
O que é preciso é ser-se natural e calmo Na felicidade ou na infelicidade, Sentir como quem olha, Pensar como quem anda, E quando se vai morrer, lembrar-se de que o dia morre, E que o poente é belo e...
Não sou, como disse Goethe, o espírito que nega, mas o espírito que contraria. (...) Porque contrariar actos, por maus que sejam, é estorvar o giro do mundo, que é acção. Mas contrariar ideias é fazer...
Like all men endowed with great mental mobility, I have an irrevocable, organic love of settledness. I abhor new ways of life and unfamiliar places. 122. The idea of travelling nauseates me. I’ve alre...
Isto está tudo decadente: já nem decadentes há.
However, when you’re about to write something, knowing beforehand that it’s sure to be imperfect, a failure, that is the most spiritually tormenting and humiliating of feelings. I not only feel that t...
His voice was dull and tremulous, the voice of one who hopes for nothing, because all hope is vain.
By day they’re full ofmeaningless activity; by night they’re full of ameaningless lack of it.By day I am nothing, and by nightI am I. There is no diference between me and these
By day I am nothing, by night I am I.
AutopsychographyThe poet is a man who feignsAnd feigns so thoroughly, at lastHe manages to feign as painThe pain he really feels,And those who read what once he wroteFeel clearly, in the pain they rea...
All our abstract intelligence is good for is constructing systems, or semi-systematic ideas, which for animals is a simple matter of lying in the sun.
All of this passes, and none of it means anything to me.It’s all foreign to my fate, and even to fate as a whole. It’sjust unconsciousness, curses of protest when chance hurls
everything is absurd.1 man spends his life earning money which he then saves even though he has no children 2 leave it 2. another puts all his efforts into becoming famous so that he'll b remembered o...
لطالما أثقل عليّ الإحساس بما أحس الآن، الإحساس فقط لمجرد الإحساس، بلا طمأنينة الوجود هنا، بالحنين إلى شيء آخر لم يعرف من قبل، بريح الأحاسيس كلها، باصفراري مظللاً، بكآبتي الرمادية داخل شعوري الخارجي بي
What is there to confess that’s worthwhile or useful? What has happened to us has happened to everyone or only to us; if to everyone, then it’s no novelty, and if only to us, then it won’t be understo...