Every Man Who Deserves To Be Famous

I Don't Write In Portuguese. I Write Myself.

Oh Salty Sea, How Much Of Your Salt Is Tears From Portugal?

Nature Is The Difference Between The Soul And God.

Life Is A Thread That Someone Entangled.

What's Given, In Fact, Always Depends On The Person Or Thing It's Given To. A Minor Incident In The Street Brings The Cook To The Door And Entertains Him More Than I Would Be Entertained By Contemplating The Most Original Idea, By Reading The Greatest Book, Or By Having The Most Gratifying Of Useless Dreams. If Life Is Basically Monotony, He Has Escaped It More Than I. And He Escapes It More Easily Than I. The Truth Isn't With Him Or With Me, Because It Isn't With Anyone, But Happiness Does Belong To Him.