What a sense of security in an old book which Time has criticized for us!

Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or the handle.

It is curious how tyrannical the habit of reading is, and what shifts we make to escape thinking. There is no bore we dread being left alone with so much as ou…

Things always seem fairer when we look back at them, and it is out of that inaccessible tower of the past that Longing leans and beckons.

Never read any book that is not a year old.

The worst thing about new books is that they keep us from reading the old ones.

The chapter of knowledge is a very short, but the chapter of accidents is a very long one.