How I hate everything!

The value of books is proportionate to what may be called their plasticity -- their quality of being all things to all men, of being diversely moulded by the impact of fresh forms of thought.

... even in houses commonly held to be 'booky' one finds, nine times out of ten, not a library but a book-dump.

There are moments when a man's imagination, so easily subdued to what it lives in, suddenly rises above its daily level and surveys the long windings of destiny.

She wondered if, when human souls try to get too near each other, they do not inevitably become mere blurs to each other's vision.

The air of ideas is the only air worth breathing.

It's you who are telling me; opening my eyes to things I'd looked at so long that I'd ceased to see them.