Giving importance to what we think because we thought it, taking our own selves not only (to quote the Greek philosopher) as the measure of all things but as their norm or standard, we create in ourselves, if not an interpretation, at least a criticism of the universe, which we don't even know and therefore cannot criticize. The giddiest, most weak-minded of us then promote that criticism to an interpretation that's superimposed, like a hallucination; induced rather than deduced. It's a hallucination in the strict sense, being an illusion based on something only dimly seen.

Decadence is the total loss of unconsciousness, which is the very basis of life. Could it think, the heart would stop beating.

The end of lower art is to please, the end of average art is to raise the top, the end of superior art is to free.

I've never done anything but dream. This, and this alone, has been the meaning of my life. My only real concern has been my inner life.

My homeland is the portuguese language.

pg 9, "The consciousness of life's unconsciousness is the oldest tax levied on the intelligence.

I'm sick of everything, and of the everythingness of everything.