He who is enamored of himself will at least have the advantage of being inconvenienced by few rivals.

Whenever he composes a critical review, I have been told, he gets an enormous erection.

Libraries can in general be too narrow or too wide for the soul.

One might call habit a moral friction: something that prevents the mind from gliding over things but connects it with them and makes it hard for it to free itself from them.

A writer who wishes to be read by posterity must not be averse to putting hints which might give rise to whole books, or ideas for learned discussions, in some corner of a chapter so that one should think he can afford to throw them away by the thousand.

Those who never have time do least

What is the good of drawing conclusions from experience? I don't deny we sometimes draw the right conclusions, but don't we just as often draw the wrong ones?