More from Fernando Pessoa

  1. I sometimes think, with a sad delight, that if one day, in a future I no longer belong to, these sentences, that I write, last with praise,…
  2. My God, my God, who am I attending to? How many am I? Who is me? What is this interval between me and me?
  3. To think is to destroy. The very process of thought indicates it for the same thought, as thinking is decomposing.
  4. Being a retired major looks like an ideal thing to me. What a pity you couldn't eternally have been just a retired major.
  5. Common man, no matter how hard life is to him, at least has the fortune of not thinking it.
  6. My curiosity sister of larks.
  7. What is art but the denial of life?
  8. If a man can only write well when drunk, I'll tell him: get drunk. And if he tells me that his liver suffers with it, I'll answer: what's y…

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