Every baby born into the world is a finer one than the last.

He thought of the number of girls and women she had seen marry, how many homes with children in them she had seen grow up around her, how she had contentedly pursued her own lone quite path-for him. ~ Stephen speaking of Rachael

Philosophers are only men in armor after all.

We never tire of the friendships we form with books.

Really, for a man who had been out of practice for so many years it was a splendid laugh!

I only know that it was, and ceased to be; and that I have written, and there I leave it.

You are in every line I have ever read.