With wine and food, the confidence of my own table, and the necessity of reassuring my wife, I grew by insensible degrees courageous and secure.

Good books are the warehouses of ideas.

Fools make researches and wise men exploit them - that is our earthly way of dealing with the question, and we thank Heaven for an assumed abundance of financially impotent and sufficiently ingenious fools.

We're in a blessed drainpipe, and we've got to crawl along it till we die.

I never yet heard of a useless thing that was not ground out of existence by evolution sooner or later. Did you? And pain gets needless.

We live in a world of unused and misapplied knowledge and skill.

Books-bright windows in this life of ours, lit by the shining souls of men.