Living is nothing more or less than doing one thing instead of another.

What makes a nation great is not primarily its great men, but the stature of its innumerable mediocre ones.

For the person for whom small things do not exist, the great is not great.

Thought is not a gift to man but a laborious, precarious and volatile acquisition.

Poetry has become the higher algebra of metaphors.

Civilization is nothing more than the effort to reduce the use of force to the last resort.

Why write if this too easy activity of pushing a pen across paper is not given a certain bullfighting risk and we do not approach dangerous, agile and two-horned topics?