Aquí también esa desconocida Y ansiosa y breve cosa que es la vida. (Here too the never understood, Anxious, and brief affair that is life.)
To deny temporal succession, to deny the self, to deny the astronomical universe, are measures of apparent despair and of secret consolation. Our destiny (in contrast to Swedenborg's hell and the hell of Tibetan mythology) is not frightful because it is unreal; it is frightful because it is irreversible and ironbound. Time is the substance of which I am made. Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger which mangles me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire which consumes me, but I am the fire. The world, unfortunately, is real; I, unfortunately, am Borges.
Any life is made up of a single moment, the moment in which a man finds out, once and for all, who he is.
My undertaking is not difficult, essentially. I should only have to be immortal to carry it out.
The original is unfaithful to the translation.
Democracy is an abuse of statistics.
