Superior poets say what they really feel. Mediocre poets say what they decide to feel. Inferior poets say what they think they should feel.
Life, Truth, Reality
When I’m depressed, I read Caeiro - he’s my fresh air. I become very calm, content, faithful - yes, I find faith in God, and in the soul’s transcendent living smallness, after reading the poems by that ungodly anti-humanist who goes unsurpassed on earth.
Life, Poetry, Faithfulness
I suddenly asked my master Caeiro, “Are you at peace with yourself?” and he answered, “No, I’m at peace.” It was like the voice of the earth, which is everything and no one.
Life, Truth, God
The Amorous Shepherd is a fruitless interlude, but those few poems are among the world’s greatest love poems, because they’re love poems about love, not about being poems. The poet loves because he loves, not because love exists.
Life, Love, Truth
Nothing: a landscape, a glass of wine, a little loveless love, and the vague sadness caused by our understanding nothing and having lost the little we're given.
Love, Truth, Loss
in exceptional circumstances - exceptional in that all circumstances in life are exceptional, especially those which are nothing in themselves and come to be everything in their results.
Life, Reality, Destiny
I consider a dream like I consider a shadow,” answered Caeiro, with his usual divine, unexpected promptitude. “A shadow is real, but it’s less real than a rock. A dream is real - if it weren’t, it wouldn’t be a dream - but less real than a thing. That’s what being real is like.
Truth, Reality, Philosophy
He possesses the minimum sensibility necessary for his intelligence not to be merely mathematical, the minimum a human being needs so that it can be proven with a thermometer that he's not dead.
Life, Nature, Existence
It’s stupid, but it’s human, and that’s how it is.
Life, Reality, Humanity
and the idea of nothingness - the most terrifying of all ideas, when thought of with feeling - has, in my dear master’s work and in my memories of him, something as high and luminous as sunlight upon snowy, unscalable peaks.
Life, Reality, Feeling
the Great Vaccination - the vaccination against the stupidity of the intelligentsia.
Truth, Reality, Existence
His conception of the universe is, however, instinctive, not intellectual; it can't be criticized as a concept, because there’s none there, and it can't be criticized as temperament, because temperament can't be criticized.
Reality, Philosophy, Feeling