The unluckiest insolvent in the world is the man whose expenditure of speech is too great for his income of ideas.

They go in [to the library] not because they need any certain volume but because they feel that there may be some book that needs them.

Fifty percent of the world are women, yet they always seem a novelty.

Blessed is the satirist; and blessed the ironist; blessed the witty scoffer, and blessed the sentimentalist; for each, having seen one spoke of the wheel, thinks to have seen all, and is content.

There are certain people whom one feels almost inclined to urge to hurry up and die so that their letters can be published.

We call a child's mind 'small' simply by habit; perhaps it is larger than ours is, for it can take in almost anything without effort.

What is the virtue and service of a book? Only to help me live less gingerly and shabbily.