Through an experience that simultaneously involved my sensibility and intelligence, I realized early on that the imaginative life, however morbid it might seem, is the one that suits temperaments like mine. The fictions of my imagination (as it later developed) may weary me, but they don't hurt or humiliate. Impossible lovers can't cheat on us, or smile at us falsely, or be calculating in their caresses. They never forsake us, and they don't die or disappear. --The book of Disquiet

I’m losing my taste for everything, including even my taste for finding everything tasteless.

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.

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

My homeland is the portuguese language.

I was a poet animated by philosophy, not a philosopher with poetic faculties.

Art consists in making others feel what we feel.