I don't care very much for literary shrines and hauntsI knew a woman in London who boasted that she had lodgings from the windows of which she could throw a stone into Carlyle's yard. And when I said, "Why throw a stone into Carlyle's yard?" she looked at me as if I were an imbecile and changed the subject.

To take pride in a library kills it. Then, its motive power shifts over to the critical if admiring visitor, and apologies are necessary and acceptable and the fat is in the fire.

Wall Street. - The abode of the Brokers and the Broke.

Nonsense makes the heart grow fonder.

Invitation is the sincerest flattery.

Every dogma must have its day.

A guilty conscience is the mother of invention.