The bibliophile is the master of his books, the bibliomaniac their slave.

It is not work that kills men; it is worry. Worry is rust upon the blade.

Interest works night and day in fair weather and in foul. It gnaws at a man's substance with invisible teeth.

What is the Bible in your house? It is not the Old Testament, it is not the New Testament, it is not the Gospel according to Matthew, or Mark, or Luke, or John; it is the Gospel according to William; it is the Gospel according to Mary; it is the Gospel according to Henry and James; it is the Gospel according to your name. You write your own Bible.

Man is at the bottom an animal, midway a citizen, and at the top divine. But the climate of this world is such that few ripen at the top.

Heaven is a place of restless activity, the abode of never-tiring thought.

Good nature is often a mere matter of health.