Decadence is the total loss of unconsciousness, which is the very basis of life. Could it think, the heart would stop beating.
Nobody appropriates novelties as readily as the Portuguese.
But do we really live? To live without knowing what life is - is that living?
There's a non-existent peace in the uncertain quietness
Wise is he who enjoys the show offered by the world.
Life hurls us like a stone, and we sail through the air saying, "look at me move.