No-one loves another
More than he loves whatever
another within may have
That is part of one's self

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

Digo-vos: praticai o bem. Porquê? O que ganhais com isso? Nada, não ganhais nada. Nem dinheiro, nem amor, nem respeito, nem talvez paz de espírito. Talvez não ganheis nada disso. Então por que vos digo: Praticai o bem? Porque não ganhais nada com isso. Vale a pena praticá-lo por isto mesmo.

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

In this world we're all travelers on the same ship that has set sail from one unknown port en route to another equally foreign to us; we should treat each other therefore with the friendliness due to fellow travelers.

There are ships sailing to many ports, but not a single one goes where life is not painful.