What man of us has never felt, walking through the twilight or writing down a date from his past, that he has lost something infinite?

I foresee that man will resign himself each day to new abominations, and soon that only bandits and soldiers will be left.

Nothing is built on stone; all is built on sand, but we must build as if the sand were stone.

Art always opts for the individual, the concrete; art is not Platonic.

A writer always begins by being too complicated—he’s playing at several games at once.

...notai che le armature di ferro di plaza Costituciòn avevno cambiato non so quale pubblicità di sigarette; il fatto mi dispiacque, perché compresi che l'incessante e vasto universo già si separava da lei e che quel mutamento era il primo di una serie infinita.