The search for the truth — whether the subjective truth of one’s own convictions, the objective truth of reality or the social truth of money or power — always brings with it, if the searcher in quest...
The moon is high up in the sky and it’s spring. I think of you and within myself I’m complete. A light breeze comes to me from across the hazy fields. I think of you and whisper your name. I’m not I:...
Ser novo é não ser velho. Ser velho é ter opiniões. Ser novo é não querer saber de opiniões para nada.
Reality is made up of what is common and shared. That’s why we as individuals only exist in the spurious part of our sensations.
Os poetas místicos são filósofos doentes, E os filósofos são homens doidos.
O homem não difere do animal senão em saber que o não é. É a primeira luz, que não é mais que treva visível. É o começo, porque ver a treva é ter a luz dela. É o fim, porque é o saber, pela vista, que...
Let others take up my madnessAnd all that went with it.Without madness what is manBut a healthy beast, A postponed corpse that breeds?
I’m sure that all this, I mean other people’s attitudes towards me, lies principally in some obscure intrinsic flaw in my own temperament. Perhaps I communicate a coldness that unwittingly obliges oth...
It could have been any number of things: hardship, grief or simply the suffering born of the indifference that comes from having suffered too much.
I still remember—so vividly I can smell the gentle fragrance of the spring air—the afternoon when I decided, after thinking everything over, to abdicate from love as from an insoluble problem. it was...
For me life is an inn where I must stay until the carriage from the abyss calls to collect me [...] I could consider this inn to be a prison, since I’m compelled to stay here; I could consider it a ki...
Does a flower really have beauty? Does a fruit really have beauty? No: they have only color and form And existence. Beauty is the name of something that doesn’t exist But that I give to things in exch...
Cansado do universo e sociedade,Da abstracção que não finda o que é fundoDo meu fatal pôr-olhos sobre o mundo,Pobre de amor e rico de ansiedade,Já nada me seduz nem me persuade.
Anything and everything, depending on how one sees it, is a marvel or a hindrance, an all or a nothing, a path or a problem. To see something in constantly new ways is to renew and multiply it. That i...
All I ever asked of life was that it should pass me by without my even noticing it.
A sexualidade é uma ética animal, a primeira e a mais instintiva das éticas.
A sensitive and honest-minded man, if he’s concerned about evil and injustice in the world, will naturally begin his campaign against them by eliminating them at their nearest source: his own person....
A physical nausea, prompted by all of life, was born in the moment I woke up. A horror at the prospect of having to live got up with me out of bed. Everything seemed hollow, and I had the chilling imp...
167It’s one of those days when the monotony of everything oppresses me like being thrown into jail. The monotony of everything is merely the monotony of myself, however. Each face, even if seen just y...
حتى أنا الحالم دوما، تأتينى بعض اللحظات التى يهرب الحلم منى فيها؛ حينئذ تبدو الأشياء واضحة بالنسبة إلى، فينزاح ضباب ما يحيط بى. وكل النتوءات المرئية تجرح بحدة جلد روحى. كل القساوات المرئية تؤذى ما بدا...