It is sad not to love, but it is much sadder not to be able to love. - Miguel de Unamuno

Progress usually comes from the barbarian, and there is nothing more stagnant than the philosophy of the philosophers and the theology of the theologians.

Quando um homem adormecido e inerte na cama sonha algo, o que é que existe mais, ele como consciência que sonha, ou o seu sonho?

And in touching your own nothingness, in not feeling your permanent base, in not reaching your own infinity, still less your own eternity, you will have a whole-hearted pity for yourself, and you will burn with a sorrowful love for yourself — a love that will consume your so-called self-love, which is merely a species of sensual self-delectation, the self-enjoyment, as it were, of the flesh of your soul.