You must be an intellectual. A normal person would never believe a thing like that.

Nothing was your own except the few cubic centimetres inside your skull.

I do not wish to comment on the work; if it does not speak for itself, it is a failure.

On a ruinous wall I came upon a poster dating from the previous year and announcing that ‘six handsome bulls’ would be killed in the arena on such and such a date. How forlorn its faded colours looked. Where were the handsome bulls and the handsome bull-fighters now? It appeared that even in Barcelona there were hardly any bullfights nowadays - for some reason all the best matadors were Fascists.

they say that time heals all things, they say you can always forget; but the smiles and the tears across the years they twist my heart strings yet!

The secret of rulership is to combine a belief in one’s own infallibility with a power to learn from past mistakes.

It is a mysterious thing, the loss of faith—as mysterious as faith itself.