All Disgust Is Originally Disgust At Touching.

History Breaks Down Into Images, Not Into Stories.

There Is No Muse Of Philosophy, Nor Is There One Of Translation.

Allegories Are, In The Realm Of Thought, What Ruins Are In The Realm Of Things.

He Who Observes Etiquette But Objects To Lying Is Like Someone Who Dresses Fashionably But Wears No Vest.

I Am Unpacking My Library. Yes I Am. The Books Are Not Yet On The Shelves, Not Yet Touched By The Mild Boredom Of Order.