What will die with me when I die, what pathetic or fragile form will the world lose?

He thought that the rose was to be found in its own eternity and not in his words; and that we may mention or allude to a thing, but not express it.

When you reach my age, you realize you couldn't have done things very much better or much worse than you did them in the first place.

The European and the North American consider that a book that has been awarded any kind of prize must be good; the Argentine allows for the possibility that the book might not be bad, despite the prize.

Time broadens the scope of verses and I know of some which, like music, are everything for all men.

Captivated by its discipline, humanity forgets and goes on forgetting that it is the discipline of chess players, not of angels.

We have a very precise image - an image at times shameless - of what we have lost, but we are ignorant of what may follow or replace it.