It Is Strange How The Elderly Fall

A Writer Is A Man Like Any Other: He Dreams. And My Dream Was To Be Able To Say Of This Book, When I Finished: 'this Is A Book About Alentejo.'

If I'm Sincere Today, What Does It Matter If I Regret It Tomorrow?

A Journey Never Ends. Only The Travellers End.

As So Often Happens, The Thing Left Undone Tires You Most Of All, You Only Feel Rested When It Has Been Accomplished.

In Matters Of Feeling And Of The Heart, Too Much Is Always Better Than Too Little.