One needs a certain intellectual courage to recognize unflinchingly that one is no more than a scrap of humanity, a living abortion, a madman not yet crazy enough to be locked up; but, having recogniz...
I forget. I don't see. I don't think.
Beyond the bend in the roadThere may be a well, and there may be a castle,And there may be just more road.I don’t know and don’t ask.As long as I’m on the road that’s before the bendI look only at the...
To need to dominate others is to need others. The commander is dependent.
I had the same sensation as when we watch someone sleep. When asleep we all become children again. Perhaps because in the state of slumber we can do no wrong and are unconscious of life, the greatest...
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
الحزين لا ينام يسهر ليجد الفرح.
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...
Triste de quem é feliz !Vive porque a vida dura.Nada na alma lhe dizMais que a lição da raizTer por vida a sepultura.
Todo o mal do mundo vem de nos importarmos uns com os outros, Quer para fazer bem, quer para fazer mal.
To live is to not think.
To live is to be other. It’s not even possible to feel, if one feels today what he felt yesterday. To feel today what one felt yesterday isn’t to feel – it’s to remember today what was felt yesterday,...
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...
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...
Nasce o ideal da nossa consciência da imperfeição da vida. Tantos, portanto, serão os ideais possíveis, quantos forem os modos por que é possível ter a vida por imperfeita. A cada modo de a ter por im...
I’d like to run away, to flee from what I know, from what is mine, from what I love. I want to set off, not for some impossible Indies or for the great islands that lie far to the south of all other l...
His voice was hesitant and colourless, as in those who hope for nothing because it’s perfectly useless to hope.
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
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...