¿Por qué es bello el arte? Porque es inútil ¿Por qué es tan fea la vida? Porque en ella todo son fines y propósitos. Todos sus caminos conducen de un… - Fernando Pessoa

Nothing irks me more than the vocabulary of social responsibility. The very word 'duty' is unpleasant to me, like an unwanted guest. But the terms 'civic duty', 'solidarity', 'humanitarianism' and others of the same ilk disgust me like rubbish dumped out of a window right on top of me. I'm offended by the implicit assumption that these expressions pertain to me, that I should find them worthwhile and even meaningful. I recently saw in a toy-shop window some objects that reminded me exactly of what these expressions are: make-believe dishes filled with make-believe tidbits for the miniature table of a doll. For the real, sensual, vain and selfish man, the friend of others because he has the gift of speech and the enemy of others because he has the gift of life, what is there to gain from playing with the dolls of hollow and meaningless words?

What Hells and Purgatories and Heavens I have inside of me! But who sees me do anything that disagrees with life — me, so calm and peaceful?

أغتاظ. أرغب في فهم كل شيء، معرفة كل شيء، إكمال كل شيء، قول كل شيء، التمتع بكل شيء، التألم من كل شيء، نعم، التألم من كل شيء. لكن لا شيء من هذا كله، لا شيء. أنهكتني فِكرة ما أرغب في الحصول عليه، ما استطيعه، ما أحسّه. حياتي حلم كبير.