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Art is endless like a river flowing, passing, yet remaining.

Jorge Luis Borges

The word happiness exists in every language; it is plausible the thing itself exists.
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Existence Happiness Word
Time forks perpetually toward innumerable futures.
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Future Science Time
What I’m really concerned about is reaching one person. And that person may be myself for all I know.
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Known Myself Person Reach
Truth never penetrates an unwilling mind.
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Mindset Truth Willing
I thought that a man can be an enemy of other men, of the moments of other men, but not of a country: not of fireflies, words, gardens, streams of water, sunsets.
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Country Enemy Garden Man Moments Nature Stream
I might accept immortality, if I had to do it. But I would prefer – if there is any afterlife – to know nothing whatever about Borges, about his experiences in this world.
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Acceptance Experience Immortal World
It also occurred to him that throughout history, humankind has told two stories: the story of a lost ship sailing the Mediterranean seas in quest of a beloved isle, and the story of a god who allows himself to be crucified on Golgotha.
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Allow Himself History Human Sea
Reality is not always probable, or likely.
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Probability Reality
While we are asleep in this world, we are awake in another one.
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Awake Fantasy Philosophy Science World
The tango is a direct expression of something that poets have often tried to state in words: the belief that a fight may be a celebration.
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Belief Celebration Direct Expression Fight State
The central fact of my life has been the existence of words and the possibility of weaving those words into poetry.
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Existence Fact Poetry Possible Word
You have wakened not out of sleep, but into a prior dream, and that dream lies within another, and so on, to infinity, which is the number of grains of sand. The path that you are to take is endless, and you will die before you have truly awakened.
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Death End Infinity Sleep Wake Yourself
Time, which despoils castles, enriches verses.
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Literature Patience Power Time
We have stopped believing in progress. What progress that is !
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Believe Progress Stop
The mightiest love was granted him Love that does not expect to be loved.
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Expectation Himself Love
I have committed the worst of sins one can commit. I have not been happy.
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Commitment Happiness Myself Sin Worst

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