A writer, or any man, must believe that whatever happens to him is an instrument; everything has been given for an end.… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
A man sets out to draw the world. As the years go by, he peoples a space with images of provinces, kingdoms,… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
Of all man’s instruments, the most wondrous, no doubt, is the book. The other instruments are extensions of his body. The microscope,… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
This felicitous supposition declared that there is only one Individual, and that this indivisible Individual is every one of the separate beings… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
Two aesthetics exist: the passive aesthetic of mirrors and the active aesthetic of prisms. Guided by the former, art turns into a… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
The execution was set for the 29th of March, at nine in the morning. This delay was due to a desire on the part… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
Like all writers, he measured the achievements of others by what they had accomplished, asking of them that they measure him by what he… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
Loneliness does not worry me; life is difficult enough, putting up with yourself and with your own habits. — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
The fact is that all writers create their precursors. Their work modifies our conception of the past, just as it is bound to modify… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
I don't think we're capable of knowledge, but I like to keep an open mind. So if you ask me whether I believe in… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
The web of time - the strands of which approach one another, bifurcate, intersect, or ignore each other through the centuries - embraces "every"… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
When I write, I do it urged by an intimate necessity. I don't have in mind an exclusive public, or a public of multitudes,… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
I foresee that man will resign himself each day to new abominations, and soon that only bandits and soldiers will be left. — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
