There are three types of intelligent persons: the first so intelligent that being called very intelligent must seem natural and obvious; the second sufficiently intelligent to see that he is being flattered, not described; the third so little intelligent that he will believe anything. I knew I belonged to the second kind.

One writer referred to the problem of pain as “the question mark turned like a fishhook in the human heart.

She was born with the winter already in her bones.

In spite of these three obstacles, Menard's fragmentary _Quixote_ is more subtle than Cervantes'.

Written By Jorge Luis Borges

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