Like all writers, he measured the achievements of others by what they had accomplished, asking of them that they measure him by what he envisaged or planned.

Let neither tear nor reproach besmirch this declaration of the mastery of God who, with magnificent irony, granted me both the gift of books and the night.

La duda es uno de los nombres de la inteligencia.

Your unforgivable sins do not allow you to see my splendor.

We have stopped believing in progress. What progress that is !

The thought came over me that never would one full and absolute moment, containing all the others, justify my life, that all of my instants would be provisional phases, annihilators of the past turned to face the future, and that beyond the episodic, the present, the circumstantial, we were nobody.

My advanced age has taught me the resignation of being Borges.