The value of things is not the time they last, but the intensity with which they occur. That is why there are unforgettable moments and unique people!

I am tired of myself in every way. All things, deep down to the secret of their roots, are stained by the color of my weariness.

No intelligent idea can gain general acceptance unless some stupidity is mixed in with it.

Nobody appropriates novelties as readily as the Portuguese.

I’ve always wanted to be liked. It grieved me that I was treated with indifference. Left an orphan by Fortune, I wanted—like all orphans—to be the object of someone’s affection. This need has always been a hunger that went unsatisfied, and so thoroughly have I adapted to this inevitable hunger that I sometimes wonder if I really feel the need to eat. Whatever be the case, life pains me.

Yes, talking to people makes me sleepy.

I know nothing and my heart aches