The worst labyrinth is not that intricate form that can entrap us forever, but a single and precise straight line

The poverty of yesterday was less squalid than the poverty we purchase with our industry today. Fortunes were smaller then as well.

In Spanish it is very difficult to make things flow, because words are over-long. But in English, you have light words.

I came to the idea of how fine it would be to think of an encyclopedia of an actual world, and then of an encyclopedia, a very rigorous one of course, of an imaginary world, where everything should be linked.

I think of reading a book as no less an experience than travelling or falling in love.

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.

The mind was dreaming. The world was its dream.