pg.9 "In my heart there's a peaceful anguish, and my calm is made of resignation.

Each of us is several, is many,is a profusion of selves. So that the self who disdains his surroundings is not the same as the self who suffers or takes joy in them. In the vast colony of our being there are many species of people who think and feel in different ways. Livro Do Desassossego

Ah, it's my longing for whom I might have been that distracts and torments me!

My homeland is the portuguese language.

Wise is he who enjoys the show offered by the world.

These pages are not my confession; they’re my definition. And I feel, as I begin to write it, that I can write it with some semblance of truth.

I believe that saying a thing is to keep its virtues and take away its terror.