The limited circle is pure.

The meaning of life is that it stops.

Hombro con hombro, una cadena de hermanos, una sangre no ya encerrada en la mezquina circulación del cuerpo, sino circulando con una dulzura y sin embargo regresando sin fin a través de China.

A stair not worn hollow by footsteps is, regarded from its own point of view, only a boring something made of wood.

Books are a narcotic

In argument similes are like songs in love; they describe much, but prove nothing.