The world changed somewhat in form during its progress, but never in substance.
her age was that indeterminate mixture of everlasting youth and anticipated wisdom which is the glory and the curse of genius.
Self-admiration giveth much consolation.
The human mind has an infinite capacity for self-deception.
... books are too heterogeneous an interest to furnish a vital one in life, a reason for being alive.
There is nothing so carking as the pangs of unsatisfied curiosity.