I, who called love my hope for love.

Do you ever suddenly find it strange to be yourself?

The world's continual breathing is what we hear and call silence.

But don't forget, in the meantime, that this is the season for strawberries. Yes.

Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?

Ignorance of the law of irreducibility was no excuse. I could no longer excuse myself with the claim that I didn't know the law -- for knowledge of self and of the world is the law that, even though unattainable, cannot be broken, and no one can excuse himself by saying that he doesn't know it. . . . The renewed originality of the sin is this: I have to carry out my unknowing, I shall be sinning originally against life.

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