The visible universe was an illusion or, more precisely, a sophism. Mirrors and fatherhood are abominable because they multiply it and extend it.
JORGE LUIS BORGESThe central fact of my life has been the existence of words and the possibility of weaving those words into poetry.
More Jorge Luis Borges Quotes
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Writing long books is a laborious and impoverishing act of foolishness: expanding in five hundred pages an idea that could be perfectly explained in a few minutes. A better procedure is to pretend that those books already exist and to offer a summary, a commentary.
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A writer should have another lifetime to see if he’s appreciated.
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What you really value is what you miss, not what you have.
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Poetry remembers that it was an oral art before it was a written art.
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I saw all the mirrors on earth and none of them reflected me.
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The future is inevitable and precise, but it may not occur. God lurks in the gaps.
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When I wake up, I wake to something worse. It’s the astonishment of being myself.
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Reality may avoid the obligation to be interesting, but hypotheses may not.
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I have sometimes suspected that the only thing that holds no mystery is happiness, because it is its own justification.
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What I’m really concerned about is reaching one person. And that person may be myself for all I know.
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Nothing is built on stone; all is built on sand, but we must build as if the sand were stone.
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He 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.
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We have stopped believing in progress. What progress that is !
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Heaven and hell seem out of proportion to me: the actions of men do not deserve so much.
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There is an hour of the afternoon when the plain is on the verge of saying something. It never says, or perhaps it says it infinitely, or perhaps we do not understand it, or we understand it and it is untranslatable as music.
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