In truth, the Library includes all verbal structures, all variations permitted by the twenty-five orthographical symbols, but not a single example of absolute nonsense.

Personally, I am a hedonistic reader; I have never read a book merely because it was ancient. I read books for the aesthetic emotions they offer me, and I ignore the commentaries and criticism.

I am attracted to fantastic writing, and fantastic reading, of course. But I think things that we call fantastic may be real, in the sense of being real symbols.

Fame is a form, perhaps the worst form, of incomprehension.

The original is unfaithful to the translation.

How can we manage to illuminate the pathos of our lives?

Reality is partial to symmetry and slight anachronisms