Sickness is mankind's greatest defect.

If another Messiah was born he could hardly do so much good as the printing-press.

I believe that man is in the last resort so free a being that his right to be what he believes himself to be cannot be contested.

Delicacy in woman is strength.

Do we write books so that they shall merely be read? Don't we also write them for employment in the household? For one that is read from start to finish, thousands are leafed through, other thousands lie motionless, others are jammed against mouseholes, thrown at rats, others are stood on, sat on, drummed on, have gingerbread baked on them or are used to light pipes.

You believe I run after the strange because I do not know the beautiful; no, it is because you do not know the beautiful that I seek the strange.

Man is a masterpiece of creation . . .