Uncertainty is the mother of dependence

A life without memory is no life at all

But let no one imagine that we were mere ascetics. There is no more complex pleasure than thought, and it was to thought that we delivered ourselves over.

I think—the hero observes that nothing is so frightening as a labyrinth with no center.

Antonio José Bolívar se ocupaba de mantenerlos a raya, en tanto los colonos destrozaban la selva construyendo la obra maestra del hombre civilizando: el desierto.

I am god, I am hero, I am philosopher, I am demon and I am world, which is a tedious way of saying that I do not exist.