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Our ability to perceive quality in nature begins, as in art, with the pretty. It expands through successive stages of the beautiful to values as yet uncaptured by language.

To write is to forget. Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life. Music soothes, the visual arts exhilarates, the performing arts (such as acting and dance) entertain. Literature, however, retreats from life by turning in into slumber. The other arts make no such retreat— some because they use visible and hence vital formulas, others because they live from human life itself. This isn’t the case with literature. Literature stimulates life. A novel is a story of what never was, a play is a novel without narration. A poem is the expression of ideas or feelings a language no one uses, because no one talks in verse.

It is through living that we discover ourselves, at the same time as we discover the world around us.

If you don’t want a generation of robots, fund the arts!

Hoje de manhã saí muito cedo, Por ter acordado ainda mais cedo E não ter nada que quisesse fazer… Não sabia por caminho tomar Mas o vento soprava forte, varria para um lado, E segui o caminho para onde o vento me soprava nas costas.

Let’s remind the best ones:

Silêncio é costume, necessidade, maneira de viver. Eu não escolhi o silêncio, mas o aceitei e gosto dele.