The press is, almost without exception, corrupt.

Time & Co. are, after all, the only quite honest and trustworthy publishers that we know.

The kind uncles and aunts of the race are more esteemed than its true spiritual fathers and mothers.

We are more anxious to speak than to be heard.

The works of great poets have never been read by mankind, for only great poets can read them.

The most I can do for my friend is simply to be his friend. I have no wealth to bestow on him. If he knows that I am happy in loving him, he will want no other reward. Is not friendship divine in this?

I have now a library of nearly nine hundred volumes, over seven hundred of which I wrote myself.