Where does discipline end? Where does cruelty begin? Somewhere between these, thousands of children inhabit a voiceless hell.

A cemetery saddens us because it is the only place of the world in which we do not meet our dead again.

What I fear is not being forgotten after my death, but, rather, not being enough forgotten. As we were saying, it is not our books that survive, but our poor lives that linger in the histories.

Tell me what you read and I'll tell you who you are is true enough, but I'd know you better if you told me what you reread.

If you would tell me the heart of a man, tell me not what he reads, but what he rereads.

There is no accident in our choice of reading. All our sources are related.

The grandeur of man lies in song, not in thought.