Life is a weapon. Where should we injure, upon which obstacle should we exert our muscles, over which summit should we hang our desires? Would it be better to waste ourselves all at once and die the ardent death of the bullet flattened against the wall or to grow old in the path without end and outlive hope? The forces that destiny forgot for an instant in our hands are tempests. To him who has his eyes open and his ears on guard, to him who has once risen above the flesh, re

Any theory that does not culminate in a law or in a demonstration is improbable, because all theories are conjectures about the nature of things. Theory is the field in which the order of things that generally flow into the mare magnum of speculation and fantasy takes hold and spreads. The protean or universal condition of any theory allows us to conceive it as a genre of art. No one is surprised by the existence of a discipline of the spirit called theory of art, but I am s

The forehead — The place of humans in Creation. Humans are a means, not an end. Human ends are, to the Divinity, only means. Thus, evil...

I Leaning on a streetlamp of Puerta del Sol, amused, he watches people go by. He's neither short nor tall, neither thin nor fat, neither...

I confess that the contrarian spirit does not irritate me to the extent it does the generality of men. If a person always contradicts...

Saint Augustine corrects at a felicitous hour the heretical mistakes of his youth. But everything that was not ridiculous and puerile in...

Juan and Pedro reached the age in which it is necessary to work in order to live. Sons of workers, they had no opportunities to acquire a...

I love peace and solitude. I aspire to live in a spacious old house, where there is no other sound but that of a fountain. It will occupy...

It is a shame that those who know not how to write do so, and it is a bigger shame that those who could handle the pen fruitfully abandon it. The inept, by dint of working, become less inept. By dint of walking, though it be blindly, they achieve something. Blunders serve as guides; failures, as teachers. In any case, one could always stop reading them and deny circulation. But the idle talents diminish, and there is no defense against the damage of their sterility. The stubb