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Die! All of us must die; that’s what comes of being alive.”
When Job cursed the day he was conceived,2 it was only because he wanted to watch the spectacle from up here.
crestfallen, or jururu, as we say of sulking chickens.
and I understood then just how great my evolution had been. I had come all the way from importunate to opportune.
when Viegas seemed to fix a person with a prying gaze, he was just counting money to himself.
The years slipped away, but not her beauty, for she had never had any to begin with.
not for my love, she would probably share the fate of so many other human creatures; from which one may deduce that vice is quite often the manure for virtue.
A ridiculous old age may be the last, saddest surprise that human nature reserves for us.
I don’t believe I was born for complex situations.
It would be novelesque, but it would not be biographical.
One can bear another man’s bellyache patiently.
It is incomprehensible that a Botocudo Indian should pierce his lip only to adorn it with a stick. This reflection is by a jeweler.
Don’t be cross if your kindness is poorly repaid: better to fall from the clouds than from a third-story window.
No; I received it in reflected form, and even so, it was so very great that it gave me an excellent idea of myself.
‘Cats do not caress us, they caress themselves on us.’ I see that I was striking a cat’s compromise.”

