Suffer fools gladly; they may be right.

Why did Nature create man? Was it to show that she is big enough to make mistakes, or was it pure ignorance?

Books are never out of humour; never envious or jealous, they answer all questions with readiness; ... they teach us how to live and how to die; they dispel melancholy by their mirth, and amuse by their wit; they prepare the soul to suffer everything and desire nothing; they introduce us to ourselves.

Beware of your habits. The better they are the more surely they will be your undoing.

The end of reading is not more books but more life.

No man is ever old enough to know better.

History proves there is no better advertisement for a book than to condemn it for obscenity.