The Falklands thing was a fight between two bald men over a comb.
JORGE LUIS BORGESThe Falklands thing was a fight between two bald men over a comb.
JORGE LUIS BORGESDoubt is one of the names of intelligence.
JORGE LUIS BORGESPoets, like the blind, can see in the dark.
JORGE LUIS BORGESAll that happens to us, including our humiliations, our misfortunes, our embarrassments, all is given to us as raw material, as clay, so that we may shape our art.
JORGE LUIS BORGESPoetry remembers that it was an oral art before it was a written art.
JORGE LUIS BORGESEvery novel is an ideal plane inserted into the realm of reality.
JORGE LUIS BORGESTime, which despoils castles, enriches verses.
JORGE LUIS BORGESThe worst labyrinth is not that intricate form that can entrap us forever, but a single and precise straight line.
JORGE LUIS BORGESThe sea is an idiom I cannot decipher.
JORGE LUIS BORGESHe consorted with prostitutes and poets and with persons even worse.
JORGE LUIS BORGESWhat will die with me when I die, what pathetic or fragile form will the world lose?
JORGE LUIS BORGESTime is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.
JORGE LUIS BORGESTo say good-bye is to deny separation; it is to say Today we play at going our own ways, but we’ll see each other tomorrow. Men invented farewells because they somehow knew themselves to be immortal, even while seeing themselves as contingent and ephemeral.
JORGE LUIS BORGESI walk slowly, like one who comes from so far away he doesn’t expect to arrive.
JORGE LUIS BORGESThe mightiest love was granted him Love that does not expect to be loved.
JORGE LUIS BORGESTruth never penetrates an unwilling mind.
JORGE LUIS BORGES