Time can't be measured in days the way money is measured in pesos and centavos, because all pesos are equal, while every day, perhaps every hour, is different.

My undertaking is not difficult, essentially. I should only have to be immortal to carry it out.

The art of writing is mysterious, the opinions we hold are ephemeral.

I hardly know what I'm going to write - an article, a story, a poem in free verse - or in some regular form. I only know that when I have the first sentence. And when the first sentence makes a kind of pattern, then I find out the kind of rhythm I'm looking for.

Time, which despoils castles, enriches verses.

The flattery of posterity is not worth much more than contemporary flattery, which is worth nothing.

People think that I've committed myself to idealism, to solipsism, or to doctrines of the cabala, because I've used them in my tales. But really I was only trying to see what could be done with them. On the other hand, it might be argued that if I use them it's because I was feeling an affinity to them. Of course, that's true.