The little honesty that exists among authors is discernible in the unconscionable way they misquote from the writings of others.

The greatest wisdom is to make the enjoyment of the present the supreme object of life; because that is the only reality, all else being merely the play of thought. On the other hand, such a course might just as well be called the greatest folly: for that which in the next moment exists no more, and vanishes utterly, like a dream, can never be worth a serious effort.

It is difficult to find happiness within oneself, but it is impossible to find it anywhere else.

The common man is not concerned about the passage of time, the man of talent is driven by it.

There is no more mistaken path to happiness than worldliness, revelry, high life.

Without books the development of civilization would have been impossible. They are the engines of change, windows on the world, "Lighthouses" as the poet said "erected in the sea of time." They are companions, teachers, magicians, bankers of the treasures of the mind, Books are humanity in print.

It is, indeed, only in old age that intellectual men attain their sublime expression, whilst portraits of them in their youth show only the first traces of it.