Friendship is a word, the very sight of which in print makes the heart warm.

History is a pageant and not a philosophy.

I am far too much in doubt about the present, far too perturbed .about the future, to be otherwise than profoundly reverential about the past.

Friendship is a word, the very sight of which in print makes the heart warm.

Is this true or only clever?

Any ordinary man can...surround himself with two thousand books...and thenceforward have at least one place in the world in which it is possible to be happy.

The man who has a library of his own collection is able to contemplate himself objectively, and is justified in believing in his own existence.