All letters of love are Ridiculous. They wouldn’t be love letters if they were not Ridiculous.

In me all affections take place on the surface, but sincerely. I've always been an actor, and in earnest. Whenever I've loved, I've pretended to love, pretending it even to myself.

No-one loves another More than he loves whatever another within may haveThat is part of one's self

Time, which grays hair and wrinkles faces, also withers violent affections, and much more quickly.

Yes it’s me, I myself, what I turned out to be, (…) I’m the one here in myself, it’s me. (…) Whatever I was, whatever I wasn’t—it’s all in what I am. Whatever I wanted, whatever I didn’t want—all of this has shaped me. Whatever I loved, or stopped loving—in me it’s the same nostalgia (Álvaro de Campos)