There is nothing in the world so monstrously vast as our indifference.

Let Pascal say that man is a thinking reed. He is wrong man is a thinking erratum. Each period in life is a new edition that corrects the preceding one and that in turn will be corrected by the next, until publication of the definitive edition, which the publisher donates to the worms.

Por que bonita, se coxa? Por que coxa, se bonita?

In ordinary life, the action of a third party does not free the contractor from an obligation but the advantage of making a contract with heaven is that intentions are valid currency.

Dreams disdain fine lines and finishing touches on landscapes – they content themselves with thick but representative brushstrokes.

Some actions are even baser than the people who commit them.

Tomorrow's sun is on it's way - a relentless sun, inscrutable like life.

I considered the case and realized that if something can exist in opinion without existing in reality, or exist in reality without existing in opinion, the conclusion is that of the two parallel lives, only opinion is necessary – not reality, which is only a secondary consideration.

In woman sex corrects banality, in men it aggravates it.

The conclusion, therefore, is that there are two major forces in society: love, which multiplies the species, and the nose, which subordinates it to the individual. Procreation, equilibrium.

Out of the sighs of one generation are kneaded the hopes of the next.

A life without fighting is a dead sea in the universal organism.