Beautiful Sentences: Fernando Pessoa

We know that the book we will never write will be bad. Even worse will be the one we put off writing. At least the book that has been written exists. It may not be very good, but it exist, like the miserable little plant in the lone flowerpot belonging to my crippled neighbor.

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet.

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