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We are our memory, we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes, that pile of broken mirrors.

Jorge Luis Borges

I believe books will never disappear. It is impossible for it to happen. Of all man’s diverse tools, undoubtedly the most astounding are his books… If books were to disappear, history would disappear. So would man.
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Book Disappear Diversity History Man Myself
The minotaur more than justifies the existence of the labyrinth.
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Existence Justify
Whoever would undertake some atrocious enterprise should act as if it were already accomplished should impose upon himself a future as irrevocable as the past.
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Accomplishment Future Past
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
All 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.
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Art Embarrassment Fortune Improvement Ourselves
Chang Tzu tells us of a persevering man who after three laborious years mastered the art of dragon-slaying. For the rest of his days, he had not a single opportunity to test his skills.
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Fantasy Hard Time Himself Man Opportunity Skills Story
Beyond my anxiety, beyond this writing, the universe waits, inexhaustible, inviting.
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Anxiety Beyond Inspirational Invitation Myself Universe
Don’t talk unless you can improve the silence.
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Improvement Silence Talk Yourself
Loneliness does not worry me; life is difficult enough, putting up with yourself and with your own habits.
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Habit Life Lonely Worry Yourself
I walk slowly, like one who comes from so far away he doesn’t expect to arrive.
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Arrival Expectation Far Slow Walk
The mightiest love was granted him Love that does not expect to be loved.
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Expectation Himself Love
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
To be immortal is commonplace; except for man, all creatures are immortal, for they are ignorant of death; what is divine, terrible, incomprehensible, is to know that one is immortal.
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Creature Divine Ignorance Immortal Man Myself Terrible
Time is the substance from which I am made. Time is a river which carries me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.
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Consume Fire Myself River Substance Time
There 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.
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Human Pain Point Suffering
The word happiness exists in every language; it is plausible the thing itself exists.
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Existence Happiness Word

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