Having never discovered qualities in myself that might attract someone else, I could never believe that anyone felt attracted to me. - Fernando Pessoa

My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me.

I have at this moment so many fundamental thoughts, so many truly metaphysical things to say, that I suddenly get tired and decide not to write any more, not to think any more, but to allow the fever of speaking to make me sleepy, and with my eyes closed, like a cat, I play with everything I could have said.

Cansado do universo e sociedade,
Da abstracção que não finda o que é fundo
Do meu fatal pôr-olhos sobre o mundo,
Pobre de amor e rico de ansiedade,
Já nada me seduz nem me persuade.