I want to be a work of art, at least in my soul, since I can’t be one in my body.
I have all the conditions for happiness, save happiness. The conditions are detached from one another.
I am the outskirts of some non-existent town, the long-winded prologue to an unwritten book. I'm nobody, nobody. I don't know how to feel or think or love. I'm a character in a novel as yet unwritten,...
I abhor running real risks, but it’s not because I’m afraid of feeling too intensely. It’s because they break my perfect focus on my sensations, and this disturbs and depersonalizes me. I never go whe...
Every gesture is a dead dream.
But the horror that’s destroying me today is less noble and more corrosive. It’s a longing to be free of wanting to have thoughts, a desire to never have been anything, a conscious despair in every ce...
Between an American millionaire, a Caesar or Napoleon, or Lenin and the Socialist boss of a village there is no qualitative difference, only quantitative.
As adults our life is reduced to giving alms to others and receiving them in return. We squander our personalities in orgies of coexistence.
And now I’m sleepy, because I think – I don’t know why – that the meaning of it all is to sleep.
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.
A tree's shade is worth more than the knowledge of truth, my sons, for a tree's shade is true while it lasts, and the knowledge of truth is false in its very truth. The leaves' greenness is worth more...
Queen, goodbye forever!Your wings were sunbeams, and my feet are clayI'll never be well if I don't get to bedI never was well unless I was stretched out across the universe.
No intelligent idea can gain general acceptance unless some stupidity is mixed in with it
أن نعرف من نحن ليس شأننا نحن، لأن ما نفكره وما نحسه هو دائمًا ترجمة ما، ما نريده لم يكن موضع رغبتنا. أن أعرف هذا كله في كل دقيقة، أن أحس هذا كله في كل إحساس، ألن يكون معناه أن أكون أجنبيًا داخل روحي ذ...
Ποσες και ποσες μασκεςΠανω απο το προσωπο της ψυχης φοραμε...Οταν γι' αστειο η ψυχη τη μασκα θελησει να βγαλειΑραγε ξερει οτι ετσι αφηνειΤο προσωπο γυμνο να φανει;Η μασκα η πραγματικη, δεν νιωθει τιπο...
Ποιος θα μ' εκανε ν' ακουσω καποιου την ανθρωπινη φωνηΠου θα ομολογουσε οχι μιαν αμαρτια, αλλα μιαν ατιμια Που θα διηγιοταν οχι μια βιαιη πραξη, αλλα μια δειλη!Οχι, ολοι ειναι το Ιδανικο, να, τους ακο...
A nossa alma e o céu e a terra bastam-nos. Querer mais é perder isto, e ser infeliz.
What does a river know about this and what does a tree know?And I, who am no more than those, what do I know?Every time I look at things and think about what men think about them,I laugh like how a br...
VIIFrom my village I see as much of the universe as can be seen from the earth, And so my village is as large as any town, For I am the size of what I see And not the size of my height . . . In the ci...
The essence of what I desire is simply this: to sleep away life.