The sea with an end can be Greek or Roman: the endless sea is Portuguese.
If I write what I feel, it's to reduce the fever of feeling. What I confess is unimportant, because everything is unimportant.
In the very corner of my soul there is an altar to a different god.
To know nothing about yourself is to live. To know yourself badly is to think.
We live by action—by acting on desire. Those of us who don't know how to want—whether geniuses or beggars—are related by impotence.
I’m beginning to know myself. I don’t exist. I’m the space between what I’d like to be and what others made of me. Just let me be at ease and all by myself in my room.