I consider as lovers of books not those who keep their books hidden in their store-chests and never handle them, but those who, by nightly as well as daily use thumb them, batter them, wear them out, who fill out all the margins with annotations of many kinds, and who prefer the marks of a fault they have erased to a neat copy full of faults.

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.

Wherever you encounter truth, look upon it as Christianity.

Man is to man either a god or a wolf.

The highest form of bliss is living with a certain degree of folly

In the kingdom of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.

Invoked or not invoked, the god is present.