We never tire of the friendships we form with books.

I know enough of the world now to have almost lost the capacity of being much surprised by anything

That glorious vision of doing good is so often the sanguine mirage of so many good minds.

How beautiful you are! You are more beautiful in anger than in repose. I don't ask you for your love; give me yourself and your hatred; give me yourself and that pretty rage; give me yourself and that enchanting scorn; it will be enough for me.

Christmas is a poor excuse every 25th of December to pick a man's pockets.

The plain rule is to do nothing in the dark, to be a party to nothing underhanded or mysterious, and never to put his foot where he cannot see the ground.

Minds, like bodies, will often fall into a pimpled, ill-conditioned state from mere excess of comfort.