Time Can't Be Measured In Days The

I, Who Have Been So Many Men In Vain, Want To Be One Man, Myself Alone. From Out Of A Whirlwind The Voice Of God Replied: I Am Not, Either. I Dreamed The World The Way You Dreamed Your Work, My Shakespeare: One Of The Forms Of My Dream Was You, Who, Like Me, Are Many And One.

I Owe The Discovery Of Uqbar To The Conjunction Of A Mirror And An Encyclopedia.

Thus My Life Is A Flight And I Lose Everything And Everything Belongs To Oblivion, Or To Him.

The Exercise Of Letters Is Sometimes Linked To The Ambition To Construct An Absolute Book, A Book Of Books That Includes The Others Like A Platonic Archetype, An Object Whose Virtues Are Not Diminished By The Passage Of Time.

Doubt Is One Of The Names Of Intelligence.