A man sets himself the task of portraying the world. Shortly before he dies he discovers that this patient labyrinth of lines is a drawing of his own face.
JORGE LUIS BORGESA man sets himself the task of portraying the world. Shortly before he dies he discovers that this patient labyrinth of lines is a drawing of his own face.
JORGE LUIS BORGESIt 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.
JORGE LUIS BORGESI think most people are more important than their opinions.
JORGE LUIS BORGESPoetry remembers that it was an oral art before it was a written art.
JORGE LUIS BORGESThere is no point in being overwhelmed by the appalling total of human sufferring; such a total does not exist. Neither poverty nor pain is accumulable.
JORGE LUIS BORGESHe consorted with prostitutes and poets and with persons even worse.
JORGE LUIS BORGESI 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.
JORGE LUIS BORGESEvery novel is an ideal plane inserted into the realm of reality.
JORGE LUIS BORGESThe possibilities of the art of combination are not infinite, but they tend to be frightful.
JORGE LUIS BORGESI have committed the worst of sins one can commit. I have not been happy.
JORGE LUIS BORGESWhen you come right down to it, opinions are the most superficial things about anyone.
JORGE LUIS BORGESThus my life is a flight and I lose everything and everything belongs to oblivion, or to him.
JORGE LUIS BORGESTo fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god.
JORGE LUIS BORGESHe thought that the rose was to be found in its own eternity and not in his words; and that we may mention or allude to a thing, but not express it.
JORGE LUIS BORGESThe flattery of posterity is not worth much more than contemporary flattery, which is worth nothing.
JORGE LUIS BORGESArt is endless like a river flowing, passing, yet remaining.
JORGE LUIS BORGES