I do not know much. But there are certain advantages in not knowing. Like virgin territory, the mind is free of preconceptions. Everything I do not know forms the greater part of me: This is my largesse. And with this I understand everything. The things I do not know constitute my truth.

For only when I err do I get away from what I know and what I understand. If "truth" were what I can understand, it would end up being but a small truth, my-sized. Truth must reside precisely in what I shall never understand.

Do you know that hope sometimes consists only of a question without an answer?

I only achieve simplicity with enormous effort

In the world there exists no aesthetic plane, not even the aesthetic plane of goodness.

Brazil is where I have to be, where I have my roots.

How was she to tie herself to a man without permitting him to imprison her? And was there some means of acquiring things without those things possessing her?