153 quotes
Doubt is one of the names of intelligence.
Time carries him as the river carries
A leaf in the downstream water.
No matter. The enchanted one insists
And shapes God with delicate geometry.
That one individual should awaken in another memories that belong to still a third is an obvious paradox.
Evaristo Carriego (1930)
Reading … is an activity subsequent to writing: more resigned, more civil, more intellectual.
Universal History of Infamy [Historia universal de la infamia (1935)
The vast ineptitude of his pretense would be a convincing proof that this was no fraud.
Mir Bahadur Ali is, as we have seen, incapable of evading the most vulgar of art's temptations: that of being a genius.
The Approach to Al-Mu'tasim (1935)
To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god.
Your unforgivable sins do not allow you to see my splendor.
To die for a religion is easier than to live it absolutely.
Life and death have been lacking in my life.
Discussion (1932)
Azevedo Bandeira is an expert in the art of progressive intimidation, in the satanic maneuver of gradually humiliating his interlocutor by combining verities and gibes.
This network of times which approached one another, forked, broke off, or were unaware of one another for centuries, embraces all possibilities of time.
The Garden of Forking Paths (1942)
The possibilities of the art of combination are not infinite, but they tend to be frightful.
Discussion (1932)
I think we Argentines can emulate Mohammed, can believe in the possibility of being Argentine without abounding in local color.
The flattery of posterity is not worth much more than contemporary flattery, which is worth nothing.
Dreamtigers (1960)
Art always opts for the individual, the concrete; art is not Platonic.
Discussion (1932)
There is a concept which corrupts and upsets all others. I refer not to Evil, whose limited realm is that of ethics; I refer to the infinite.
Discussion (1932)
Like every writer, he measured the virtues of other writers by their performance, and asked that they measure him by what he conjectured or planned.
Ficciones (1944)
There is nothing very remarkable about being immortal; with the exception of mankind, all creatures are immortal, for they know nothing of death. What is divine, terrible, and incomprehensible is to know oneself immortal.
A labyrinth of symbols... An invisible labyrinth of time.
The Garden of Forking Paths (1942)