Could It Think, The Heart Would Stop

Each Of Us Is Several, Is Many,is A Profusion Of Selves. So That The Self Who Disdains His Surroundings Is Not The Same As The Self Who Suffers Or Takes Joy In Them. In The Vast Colony Of Our Being There Are Many Species Of People Who Think And Feel In Different Ways. Livro Do Desassossego

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

Life Is Whatever We Conceive It To Be.

To Kill Our Dream Life Would Be To Kill Ourselves, To Mutilate Our Soul. Dreaming Is The One Thing We Have That's Really Ours, Invulnerably And Inalterably Ours.

The Chill Of What I Won't Feel Gnaws At My Present Heart.