Between me and life is a faint glass. No matter how sharply I see and understand life, I cannot touch it.
I'd woken up early, and I took a long time getting ready to exist.
There are no norms. All people are exceptions to a rule that doesn’t exist.
Everything I sought in life I abandoned for the sake of the search. I'm like one who absentmindedly looks for he doesn't know what, having forgotten it in his dreaming as the search got under way.
Nobody appropriates novelties as readily as the Portuguese.
Life is full of paradoxes, as roses are of thorns.