I think I owe my life to cork soles.

What man thinks of changing himself so as to suit his wife?

Book love... is your pass to the greatest, the purest, and the most perfect pleasure that God has prepared for His creatures.

An author must be nothing if he do not love truth; a barrister must be nothing if he do.

I do not think myself to be a worm, and a grub, grass of the field fit only to be burned, a clod, a morsel of putrid atoms that should be thrown to the dungheap, ready for the nethermost pit. Nor if I did should I therefore expect to sit with Angels and Archangels.

Of all the needs a book has the chief need is that it be readable.

There is no human bliss equal to twelve hours of work with only six hours in which to do it.