Jorge Luis Borges Quotes

The city and the buildings are mine; but I resign to your valor the captives and the spoil, the treasures of gold and beauty ; be rich and be happy.

I carried off his silver, gold, alabaster possessions, … and much bronze property, his palace women and his daughters, … his wagons, his oxen, his sheep, and his valuable tribute which like the stars of heaven, had no number.

The British Museum is great for seeing how excellent we were at stealing things.

In Christ are treasures that will require digging to the end of the world.

Time hides no treasures; we want not its then, but its now.

Days, pale slices between nights, they blend, not exactly alike, transparencies so lightly tinted that only stacked all together do they darken to a fatal shade.

I wiped away the weeds and foam, I fetched my sea-borne treasures home.

A travel agent told I could spend 7 nights in HAWAII no days just nights.

For the loot, honey, for the loot.

The day is for honest men, the night for thieves.

I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.

It’s just that I feel so sad these wonderful nights. I sort of feel they’re never coming again, and I’m not really getting all I could out of them.

I warn the marauder dragging plunder, chaotic, rich beyond all rights: he'll strike his sails, harried at long last, stunned when the squalls of torment break his spars to bits.

Water is best, but gold shines like fire blazing in the night, supreme of lordly wealth.

I was a coward. I used to be haunted by the fear of thieves, ghosts and serpents. I did not dare to stir out of doors at night. Darkness was a terror to me. It was almost impossible for me to sleep in the dark, as I would imagine ghosts coming from one direction, thieves from another and serpents from a third. I could not therefore bear to sleep without a light in the room.

The vilest scramble for loot that ever disfigured the history of human conscience.

Long John Silver's wife, Short, who said to John, If the shoe fits... Never got a dinner!

A library's ideal function is to be a little bit like a bouquiniste's stall, a place for trouvailles.

The sceptic, when he plunges into the depths of infidelity, like the miser who leaps from the shipwreck, will find that the treasures which he bears about him will only sink him deeper in the abyss.

The trick is to steal big.

Our treasures trifles seem, and all our life is dreaming, and the dreams themselves are dreams.

To Turn all the treasures we possess into the channel of universal love becomes the business of our lives.

The rich are like beasts of burden, carrying treasure all day, and at the night of death unladen; they carry to their grave only the bruises and marks of their toil.

I have never seen the sea quiet round Treasure Island. The sun might blaze overhead, the air be without a breath, the surface smooth and blue, but still these great rollers would be running along all the external coast, thundering and thundering by day and night; and I scarce believe there is one spot in the island where a man would be out of earshot of their noise.