Ao toque adormecido da morfinaPerco-me em transparências latejantes
Toda a gente que eu conheço e que fala comigo
Mi espíritu está todo hecho de vacilación y duda. Nada, para mí, es o no puede ser positivo; todo oscila a mí alrededor, y yo con ello; sólo soy incertidumbre. Todo es para mí incoherencia y cambio. T...
Only poets and philosophers see the world as it really is, for only to them is it given to live without illusions. To see clearly is to not act.
A Arte é, com efeito, o aperfeiçoamento subjectivo da vida.
Success consists in being successful, not in having potential for success. Any wide piece of ground is the potential site of a palace, but there's no palace till it's built.
Mestre, meu mestre querido!Coração do meu corpo intelectual e inteiro!Vida da origem da minha inspiração!Mestre, que é feito de ti nesta forma de vida?Não cuidaste se morrerias, se viverias, nem de ti...
Is it that my habit of placing myself in the souls of other people makes me see myself as others see or would see me if they noticed my presence there? It is. And once I've perceived what they would f...
And with a relentlessness that comes from the world's depths, with a persistence that strikes the keys metaphysically, the scales of a piano student keep playing over and over, up and down the physica...
The presence of another person derails my thoughts; I dream of the other's presence with a strange absent-mindedness that no amount of my analytical scrutiny can define.
No-one loves another More than he loves whatever
I’ve dreamed a lot. I’m tired now from dreaming but not tired of dreaming. No one tires of dreaming, because to dream is to forget, and forgetting does not weigh on us, it is a dreamless sleep through...
I don't complain about the horror of life; I complain about the horror of my life. The only fact I worry about is that I exist and suffer and can't even dream of being removed from my feeling of suffe...
Giving importance to what we think because we thought it, taking our own selves not only (to quote the Greek philosopher) as the measure of all things but as their norm or standard, we create in ourse...
En mi corazón hay una paz de angustia, y mi sosiego está hecho de resignación.
Beauty is the name of something that doesn’t exist
I can breathe easier now that the appointments are behind me.I missed them all, through deliberate negligence,Having waited for the urge to go, which I knew wouldn’t come.
The human soul is an abyss
And suddenly, from behind me, I hear the metaphysically abrupt arrival of the office boy. I feel like I could kill him for barging in on what I wasn't thinking. I turn around and look at him with a si...
Everything is interconnected. My readings of classical authors, who never speaks of sunsets, have made many sunsets intelligible to me, in all their colors. There is a relationship between syntactical...