Tengo muchas ganas de hablar pero muy poco que decir. Hoy voy a hacer que los muertos hablen por mí.
Mystery has its own mysteries, and there are gods above gods. We have ours, they have theirs. That is what’s known as infinity.
Exclusively of the abstract sciences, the largest and worthiest portion of our knowledge consists of aphorisms: and the greatest and best of men is but an aphorism.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Youth, large, lusty, loving—Youth, full of grace, force, fascination.
Do you know that Old Age may come after you with equal grace, force,
Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn’t go away.
Philip K. Dick
When we say that pleasure is the end, we do not mean the pleasure of the profligate or that which depends on physical enjoyment—as some think who do not understand our teachings, disagree with them, or give them an evil interpretation—but by pleasure we mean the state wherein the body is free from pain and the mind from anxiety.
We do NOT know the past in chronological sequence. It may be convenient to lay it out anesthetized on the table with dates pasted on here and there, but what we know we know by ripples and spirals eddying out from us and from our own time.
(el simpático) Ezra Pound
… the truth is hidden from us. Even if a mere piece of luck brings us straight to it, we shall have no grounded conviction of our success; there are so many similar objects, all claiming to be the real thing.
And thus they sang their mysterious duo, sang of their nameless hope, their death-in-love, their union unending, lost forever in the embrace of night’s magic kingdom. O sweet night, everlasting night of love! Land of blessedness whose frontiers are infinite!
Do not the most moving moments of our lives find us all without words?
(para los que vieron a) Marcel Marceau
Y ésta, de un poeta por el que siento una devoción insana:
—tomorrow is our permanent address
edward estlin cummings (aka as el buen e.e.)