Man is to man either a god or a wolf.
Your library is your paradise.
Of two evils choose the least.
They take unbelievable pleasure in the hideous blast of the hunting horn and baying of the hounds. Dogs dung smells sweet as cinnamon to them.
When I get a little money I buy books; and if any is left I buy food and clothes.
Everybody hates a prodigy, detests an old head on young shoulders.