I cannot walk through the suburbs in the solitude of the night without thinking that the night pleases us because it suppresses idle details, just as our memory does

Your unforgivable sins do not allow you to see my splendor

Reality is not always probable, or likely

To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god

I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library

My undertaking is not difficult, essentially. I should only have to be immortal to carry it out

To be immortal is commonplace except for man, all creatures are immortal, for they are ignorant of death; what is divine, terrible, incomprehensible, is to know that one is immortal

In general, every country has the language it deserves

Democracy is an abuse of statistics

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?