Wit, like money, bears an extra value when rung down immediately it is wanted. Men pay severely who require credit.

A blessed companion is a book! A book that, fitly chosen, is a life-long friend. A book — the unfailing Damon to his loving Pythias. A book that — at a touch — pours its heart into our own.

In this world truth can wait; she is used to it.

We are all slaves to the shining metal.

Malice blunts the point of wit.

I would like to have a second chance at my first love.

Luck, mere luck may make even madness wisdom.