Multipliquei-me para me sentir.

We never love anyone. What we love is the idea we have of someone. It's our own concept—our own selves—that we love.

Let us sculpt in hopeless silence all our dreams of speaking.

To think is to destroy. The very process of thought indicates it for the same thought, as thinking is decomposing.

Attention to detail and a perfectionist instinct, far from stimulating action, are character qualities that lead to renunciation. Better to dream than to be.

The startling reality of things is my discovery every single day.

On the road halfway between faith and criticism stands the inn of reason. Reason is faith in what can be understood without faith, but it's still a faith, since to understand presupposes that there's something understandable.