In Order To Understand, I Destroyed Myself.

We All Have Two Lives: The True, The One We Dreamed Of In Childhood And Go On Dreaming Of As Adults In A Substratum Of Mist; The False, The One We Love When We Live With Others, The Practical, The Useful, The One We End Up By Being Put In A Coffin.

Everything Interests Me, But Nothing Holds Me.

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

But Do We Really Live? To Live Without Knowing What Life Is - Is That Living?

To Have Defined And Sure Opinions, Fixed And Known Instincts, Passions And Character - All That Is The Horror Of Turning Our Soul Into A Fact, Materialize It And Make It External.