I Take With Me The Conscience Of

Civilization Consists In Giving Something An Unfitting Name, Then Dream About The Result. And Indeed The False Name And The Real Dream Create A New Reality. The Object Really Becomes Another, Because We Turned It Into Another One. We Manufacture Realities.

I Want To Be A Work Of Art, At Least In My Soul, Since I Can’t Be One In My Body.

Changing From The Ghosts Of Faith To The Spectres Of Reason Is Just Changing Cells.

Whether Or Not They Exist We Are Slaves To Our Gods.

Nobody Appropriates Novelties As Readily As The Portuguese.