Reality is partial to symmetry and slight anachronisms

There is no intellectual exercise which is not ultimately useless.

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

It only takes two facing mirrors to build a labyrinth.

On the floor, and hanging on to the bar, squatted an old man, immobile as an object. His years had reduced and polished him as water does a stone or the generations of men do a sentence.

That one individual should awaken in another memories that belong to still a third is an obvious paradox.

A man sets himself the task of portraying the world. Shortly before he dies he discovers that this patient labyrinth of lines is a drawing of his own face.