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Jorge Luis Borges Quotes
«Death (or its allusion) makes men precious and pathetic. They are moving because of their phantom condition; every act they execute may be their last; there is not a face that is not on the verge of dissolving like a face in a dream.»
«One concept corrupts and confuses the others. I am not speaking of the Evil whose limited sphere is ethics; I am speaking of the infinite.»
«...the image of the Lord had been replaced by a mirror.»
«The flattery of posterity is not worth much more than contemporary flattery, which is worth nothing.»
«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.»
«Like all those possessing a library, Aurelian was aware that he was guilty of not knowing his in its entirety.»
«My undertaking is not difficult, essentially. I should only have to be immortal to carry it out.»
«Everything Is Illuminated»
«Literature is not exhaustible, for the sufficient and simple reason that a single book is not. A book is not an isolated entity: it is a narration, an axis of innumerable narrations. One literature differs from another, either before or after it, not so much because of the text as for the manner in which it is read.»
«I am almost sure to be blotted out by death, but sometimes I think it is not impossible that I may continue to live in some other manner after my physical death.... Or, as Hamlet wonders, what dreams will come when we leave this body?»