Though he had very little Latin beyond "Cave canem," he had, as a young dog, devoured Shakespeare (in a tasty leather binding).

Contemplation seems to be about the only luxury that costs nothing.

Death is too much to ask of the living.

Still, looking through the old volumes was soothing, because thinking of the past made the present seem a little less real.

I think it [religion] is an art, the greatest one; an extension of the communion all the other arts attempt.

How can a young man like to wear a beard?

I know all about the facts of life, and I don't think much of them.