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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.

Jorge Luis Borges

Time, which despoils castles, enriches verses.
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Literature Patience Power Time
I think that the reader should enrich what he is reading. He should misunderstand the text; he should change it into something else.
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Himself Misunderstanding Reading Thinking
Reality is partial to symmetry and slight anachronisms
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Partial Reality Symmetry
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
In our dreams (writes Coleridge) images represent the sensations we think they cause; we do not feel horror because we are threatened by a sphinx; we dream of a sphinx in order to explain the horror we feel.
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Dreams Feeling Horror Sensation
It means much to have loved, to have been happy, to have laid my hand on the living Garden, even for a day.
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Day Garden Hands Live Love
Another school declares that all time has already transpired and that our life is only the crepuscular and no doubt falsified and mutilated memory or reflection of an irrecoverable process.
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Doubt Fake Memories Process Reflection School
When one confesses to an act, one ceases to be an actor in it and becomes its witness, becomes a man that observes and narrates it and no longer the man that performed it.
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Actor Confession Man Observation Oneself Performance
The future is as irrevocable as an inflexible yesterday.
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Future Past
I am almost sure to be blotted out by death, but sometimes I think it is not impossible that I may continue to live in some other manner after my physical death . Or, as Hamlet wonders, what dreams will come when we leave this body?
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Body Death Impossible Leave Live Myself Thinking
Censorship is the mother of metaphor.
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Hide Metaphor Mom
Nothing is built on stone; all is built on sand, but we must build as if the sand were stone.
JORGE LUIS BORGES

Build Philosophy Stone
When I write, I do it urged by an intimate necessity. I don’t have in mind an exclusive public, or a public of multitudes, I don’t think in either thing. I think about expressing what I want to say. I try to do it in the simplest way possible.
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Expression Intimate Myself Necessary Possible Simplicity Writing
Doubt is one of the names of intelligence.
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Doubt Inspirational Intelligence Name
I saw all the mirrors on earth and none of them reflected me.
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Earth Mirror Myself Reflection See
Reality is not always probable, or likely.
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Probability Reality

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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