Fernando Pessoa

Portugal
13 Jun 1888 // 30 Nov 1935
Poet

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Diary - November 15 till December 7, 1915 (1)

November 15 (1915) - Morning began with small disillusion: negative answer from Guimarães and Co (but good because of incompleteness of pamphlet). Day ran on fairly agreeably, with curious small (but...

The Books of my Youth (2)

The earliest literary food of my childhood was in the numerous novels of mystery and of horrible adventure. Those books, which are called boy’s books and deal with exciting experiences I cared little...

Plan of Life (3)

A general plan of life must involve, in the first place, the obtaining of a financial stability of some kind. I put the limit needed for the humble thing I call financial stability at about sixty dol...

Tender and Loving Soul (4)

No soul more loving or tender than mine has ever existed, no soul so full of kindness, of pity, of all the things of tenderness and of love. Yet no soul is so lonely as mine — not lonely, be it noted...

The Man I Am (5)

It is necessary now that I should tell what manner of man I am. My name, it matters not, nor any other outward detail particular to me. Of my character aught must be said. The whole constitution of ...

The Bad In Me (6)

This feeling of the bad in me I have not the power to explain; to me, at the time I speak of, it was a source of dread inexpressible. Men form strange theories to themselves of good and evil and of r...

I Longed for a Great Self-esteem (7)

My susceptibility to some kinds of fright (fear) was great. In the street, a man walking towards me, that is to say, in a contrary direction, pulled out a handkerchief in front of me; I started viole...

The Dreams Are the Exaltation of Personality (8)

My dreams were of many kinds but they were all manifestations of one state of mind. I now dreamt of myself a Christ, making a sacrifice of myself, redeeming mankind, now a Luther breaking with old co...

Thoughts Live (9)

If thou can do nothing but think good, or wish good to humanity, think it, wish it, for those thoughts of thine and those wishes will be not unavailing. Thoughts live more assuredly than the brain th...

Happy the Man who Can Think Deeply (10)

I sit here, writing, at my table, my pens and my lead etc., and suddenly there comes upon me the mystery of the universe and I stop, I shudder, I fear, I wish on the moment to cease to feel, to hide ...
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