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.

jThe notion of a universality of human experience is a confidence trick and the notion of a universality of female experience is a clever confidence trick.