To Think Is To Destroy.

I Suffer From Life And From Other People. I Can’t Look At Reality Face To Face. Even The Sun Discourages And Depresses Me. Only At Night And All Alone, Withdrawn, Forgotten And Lost, With No Connection To Anything Real Or Useful — Only Then Do I Find Myself And Feel Comforted.

And, Like The Great Damned Souls, I Shall Always Feel That Thinking Is Worth More Than Living.

Nobody Appropriates Novelties As Readily As The Portuguese.

The Sea With An End Can Be Greek Or Roman: The Endless Sea Is Portuguese.

At First I Felt Dizzy - Not With The Kind Of Dizziness That Makes The Body Reel But The Kind That's Like A Dead Emptiness In The Brain, An Instinctive Awareness Of The Void.