My dreams are a stupid refuge, like an umbrella against a thunderbolt.
My homeland is the portuguese language.
No intelligent idea can gain general acceptance unless some stupidity is mixed in with it.
The beauty of a naked body is felt only by the dressed races.
On the road halfway between faith and criticism stands the inn of reason. Reason is faith in what can be understood without faith, but it's still a faith, since to understand presupposes that there's something understandable.
Life is good, but Wine is better.