My homeland is the portuguese language.

But my sadness is comforting Because it’s right and natural And because it’s what the soul should feel When it already thinks it exists And the hand pick flowers And the soul takes no notice.

Ser compreendido é prostituir-se.

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.

We almost always live outside ourselves, and life itself is a continual dispersion. But it's towards ourselves that we tend, as towards a centre around which, like planets, we trace absurd and distant ellipses.

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!

To choose ways of not acting was ever the concern and scruple of my life.