“The Truth is in the prolouge. Death to the romantic fool.,the expert in solitary confinement.”

“When everything seems to be set to show me off as intelligent, the fool I always keep hidden takes over all that I say.”

“How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me,my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes,and over our heads the grey light unwinds in turning fans.”

“If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life”

“Then I speak to her in a language she has never heard, I speak to her in Spanish, in the tongue of the long, crepuscular verses of Díaz Casanueva; in that language in which Joaquín Edwards preaches nationalism. My discourse is profound; I speak with eloquence and seduction; my words, more than from me, issue from the warm nights, from the many solitary nights on the Red Sea, and when the tiny dancer puts her arm around my neck, I understand that she understands. Magnificent language!”

“Oh to follow the road that leads away from everything,without anguish, death, winter waiting along itwith their eyes open through the dew.”

“The books that help you most are those which make you think the most. The hardest way of learning is that of easy reading; but a great book that comes from a great thinker is a ship of thought, deep freighted with truth and beauty.”