ἀλήθεια

‘You needn’t say “actually,”‘ the Queen remarked: ‘I can believe it without that. Now I’ll give YOU something to believe.

I’m just one hundred and one, five months and a day.’

‘I can’t believe THAT!’ said Alice.

‘Can’t you?’ the Queen said in a pitying tone. ‘Try again: draw a long breath, and shut your eyes.’

Alice laughed. ‘There’s not use trying,’ she said: ‘one CAN’T believe impossible things.’

‘I daresay you haven’t had much practice,’ said the Queen. ‘When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.

Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There

Anoche, sentado frente a las puertas del Reina Sofía, esperando, leía apenas sin luz, forzando mis ojos.

Y, a menudo, rompía a carcajadas.

What do you mean by that? said the Caterpillar sternly. Explain yourself!

I can’t explain MYSELF, I’m afraid, sir said Alice, because I’m not myself, you see.

I don’t see, said the Caterpillar.

I’m afraid I can’t put it more clearly, Alice replied very politely, for I can’t understand it myself to begin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.

It isn’t, said the Caterpillar.

Lewis Carroll. Alice in Wonderland

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time

I have been half in love with easeful Death,

Call’d him soft names in many a mused rhyme,

To take into the air my quiet breath;

Now more than ever seems it rich to die,

To cease upon the midnight with no pain,

While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad

In such an ecstasy!

Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain—

To thy high requiem become a sod.

de John Keats